Ummmmm...
Started: Tuesday, March 13, 2001 21:54
Finished: Tuesday, March 13, 2001 22:41
Good to you
Bad to you
They'll never be
Anything at all
This is how many a typical rambling starts, right? Nothing in my brain to say, but a lyric or two I feel like typing, which may or may not lead into a greater discussion of... who knows what?
The good Reverend does indeed make good music, doesn't he? Most certainly so.
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
I want to outrace the speed of pain
for another day
Lately, I seem to be feeling zombie-like a lot on a day-to-day basis. I don't like it. But I'm not sure what to do.
One fun thing: Today, several of us went for sushi in Boulder. It's been ages since we did that. It was good to do. No shrimp heads this time; just a long lunch, a delicious meal, and a relaxing time. I ate the perfect amount. Upon walking out of the restaurant, I felt thoroughly satisfied without being overstuffed. Yum.
[Skipping forward a few tracks...]
In all my past lives I played an asshole
When I found you it's almost too late
and this earth seems obliviating
...
We'll never say goodbye
It's times like this that I really feel alive. Being engulfed in majestic music.
...
These ramblings have become a farce.
Behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In a miracle mile
Cause YOU were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today
Today
To run away
A PILL TO MAKE YOU NUMB
A PILL TO MAKE YOU DUMB
A PILL TO MAKE YOU ANYBODY ELSE
BUT ALL THE DRUGS IN THIS WORLD
WON'T SAVE HER FROM HERSELF
"Oh great, what's Bitscape up to now? Must be something going awry if he's typing lyrics in all caps."
Mmmmm.... I dunno. Perhaps I am feeling a bit disillusioned about life in general. Maybe that'll pass. Maybe it won't. I do love the music though.
How funny that the next album in my monster xmms "everything" playlist would be Loreena McKennitt's Book of Secrets. My ears are eating it up.
As I was saying, I think these ramblings have mostly become a farce lately. Less frequent when I enjoy typing them less. Enjoy typing them less when I feel like I have a proverbial sock in my mouth, or more.
There is no resolution. There is no happy ending. There's not even bitter irony. Just day after endless, repetitive day, the monotony broken up by bits of escapist entertainment, song, and ongoing attempts at physical endurance enhancement. Tomorrow is another day.
...
But this rambling is really just a bunch of BS. A farce. Am I repeating myself?
This is why I haven't been rambling as often lately. Say the same nothing three times, while still essentially communicating zilch.
There are ideas going through my head. There are possible rants on several subjects. But none of them are going to be written today.
I am a sellout. Goodnight.