I just checked "the other blog" with my url (is that what it is? hell,I have no idea. 'Name',ok?). Seems that this Kristi person has still died on the front page. Please - unknown blogger- write something else for god's sake! Go check it out. My bolg is shitty for sure but this one - hoo, boy.
Anyway, nothin' to write about tonight really. Just writin'. God I should erase this and do something better. fuck it. Hey, ya know, Easter's almost here. I think I offended some folks with my less-than-religious Jesus in the rocket. I just get that way sometimes. Spurs conversation though.
I'm still recovering from my laughing fit reading about my friend who lives on a major International Airport runway approach path. not about their plight as much as the reading about it. good stuff, that.
Why in god's name can't i just go to bed like normal people?
There’s just something about the wee hours of the morning that seems to invite creativity (and us older folks know all about the ‘wee’ hours). I slip into my Edward Hopper mode and the real world dissolves and I am alone. I love that guy. Ed. My hero. I get his paintings, his work. I hear him talk through his paintings.
If this isn’t rambling I don’t know what is. Thanks for keeping me company.
Of Fires and Feelings
1 year ago
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