Tomorrow does not exist
Started: Thursday, February 7, 2002 21:15
Finished: Thursday, February 7, 2002 22:04
I haven't been typing as much content lately, at least as far as ramblings go. So I thought I'd write a rambling in which I talk about how I don't write any ramblings. Must.... find.... inspiration!
Without your television
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Ironic that these words would be uttered in a music video, isn't it?
But we love irony. Oh yes, we do. Even if it kills us.
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Hmmm... What to write now? Another one line paragraph? Ok.
This rambling had better go somewhere fast, or else it's not going anywhere for sure.
lol. Could this be a new low in the content inspiration index? I'm not sure. Been pretty low at various times before. Maybe if I turn the music up louder...
...and the next track begins.
That's how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me?
Will you take the pain
I will give to you again and again
And will you return it?
There'll be times
when my crimes
will seem almost unforgivable
I give in
to sin
because you have to make this life livable
...
I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile
It seems that a certain literature course is causing a lot of controversy and consternation in certain circles. The reports are almost interesting enough to make me curious, in a perversely voyeuristic sort of way. Of course, if I were actually there living the misery, it probably wouldn't seem so intriguing. Systems Analysis and Design, anyone? ;)
We seek substance. But do we have the courage to look at the truth when it is in front of us?
Everything counts in large amounts
No, nobody knows what dvd I'm listening to tonight. No way. A great secret, it is.
When I write on the web, I want to create art. I want to make something that will inspire people. How can I do that when I feel so utterly uninspired myself?
Flesh and bone by the telephone
Lift up the receiver and I'll make you a believer
Take second best put me to the test
Things on your chest you need to confess
I will deliver you know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there
I would add that the video for that song suggests an interpretation entirely above and beyond what the lyrics alone say. Ahem...
And tonight, the rambling should be titled, "Cryptic music video commentary, with your host, Bitscape."
Why did I give this rambling the title I did? The answer to that question (for those who are still with us, and haven't fallen asleep or surfed on to something more interesting), is because I was thinking about the subject earlier this evening, as I drove home from work.
Shall I elaborate further on this subject, even though I really don't have anything of significance to say about it? Tomorrow does not exist.
Now I'm getting sleepy. So I will upload this pile of garbage text to the site, such as it is.