Friday, December 18, 2009

where have you been my blue eyed son?

i ravaged through whatever i could find to find something that feels like tonight--to post it up here to get my creativity rollin', but nothing came up.

i'm not sure if it's the weather and what not, but there seems to be some sort of a nonresponsive-ness going on around. people seem to be pulled back in little boxes of aimless evaluation. me--i'm all right with things either way. and honestly, what could ever be such an appropriate theme for winter time but desolation? for everyone else, that is. i tend to get happier and fuzzier when it gets dark and damp, i have no idea why, it's just the way things go.

anyways--got stuck in a badass storm today--trying to swim my way through the busy streets of the shattered city life--and i realized rain makes everything unatural miserable. bridges collapse houses flood--even your clothes get heavier on you. buses try to roar but can't repress the thunder, umbreallas knock each other off, rooftops always find you right it the spot to have that one ginormous drop of water puddling at the end fall right onto you with a thump! and you're all wet. jeans stick to your knees and your boots get all muddy and wet.

everything painful that tires you out in a rainstorm is actually something either man-made or forced upon. so maybe its all just a giant fountain to get us all clean and pure. or maybe i'm getting my head screwed over by my loveful kerouac again with his buddha ramblings and noble sadness.

well--oh wait, before i end my reign--here's a fun fact i learnt from bob. apparently, when it rains, turkeys look up and drink the rain until it drowns them. that may be the most interesting thing i heard all week.

all right, i'll wrap up now. be well, be kind and be warm lovers.

nyr--- enjoy the rainstorms even more in 2010. get soaking wet.

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