Saturday, May 10, 2003
How I long to be-
somewhere else...
I would love to get on a plane, with a "power" suitcase, and disappear without a trace- for a week or twenty.
The status quo has got me down.
I feel like a spot on the carpet of the universe,
and the hoover has just been plugged in.
Where would I go? A beach? Possibly, I have this vision in my head, of an island with horses, mountains, and lots of secluded space- where I don’t have to hear any language at all.
BERMUDA.
Or...
I'm tired of languages- all in all I think there's a lot to be said for silence.
No more cake-ki. It's C A K E, OK?
Make a friggin' note of it.
It's THAT time of the year again, the restless and angst ridden season...
Right before the mosquitoes, humidity, and the gulping noises of beer commercials...
It moves in ebbs and flows-
One day can be peaceful, and the weather fair and breezy, with the stupidity level needle never rising much above the center.
Then the next- a day in Dante's Inferno- complete with ramen pizzas and formaldehyde smelling pushy old farts in suits with newspapers with big boobed doe eyed sailor suited floozie's at 16.
Tired of the same 'ole fish bowl madness!
And there ain't no damned roller coaster gonna change it.
I want to go sit in Yankee stadium and chew on nitrate infested Yankee dogs till I puke, and root root root for the home damn team.
Baseball in New York isn't just a rah rah go team go kinda thing-
Its a communal event best described as war without bloodshed.
Complete primal therapy.
I once asked a N.Y cabbie why they had baseball anyway- he said: "So people don't kill each other."
Amen.
New Yawk Shitty!
You know the drill: 14 hours worth of sittin' in a tin can , in an economy seat that feels like a goddamned Woolworth girdle, that if you try to unhinge your ass from out that thing, you’re definitely gonna loose something...
But I’d do it to get my ass up on off of here.
And ONE MORE THING:
Who decides what banner ads will be placed above our blogs? I put up a lovely piece of my artwork, write a credible, ranting but intelligent entry only to have a banner ad that says :
KILL SKUNK ODORS... what is this all about?
Does anyone know how this works?
Till next time ‘Mela
2:57 AM
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