you are the sun
i am the moon
you are the words
i am the tune
play me

I can't be sure if the things circling around me have been set in motion long ago, or if it's like getting those fuzzy characters from Gremlins near water. Multiplying and mutating any possibility of hope into pessimism. One thing is for sure though. Even if the apocalypse was being ushered in by an army of 1 foot tall lizards, I would not pass up ( Read more... )

It was brought to my attention by a very intuitive source** that Billy Joel's run in this world may be coming to an end soon. At first I had the typical "oh no so and so is dying" response of shock and sympathy. Then the more I thought about it the more I realized really, what has Billy Joel contributed to our lives, other than the scourge of the ( Read more... )

it plays music again..

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Leave a Eulogy

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I don't like it when something is supposed to come to a conclusion of resolute finality, and it somehow mutates and reformulates into another set of challenges that leave you feeling dumbfounded and hopeless. Like that final episode of Dallas's 85-86 season where its all just a dream and Bobby Ewing is actually taking a shower... *See: (figure 3) ( Read more... )

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