Thursday, October 7, 2010

better a melancholic than an alcoholic

five thirty this morning somewhere between huffman and crosby texas, as about wide open and desolate as you can get in harris county, texas, usa, just pumping gas minding my own business, humming an old tune to myself, hmm...hmmm..hmmm. loddy doddy doddy dah.  but who should approach me, the jehovah's witnesses wielding their literature. asking me questions like "have you thought about eternity, brother?", "don't you want to be one of the 144,000 kings in heaven rather than one of the infinite in hell" 

well, there went 15 minutes of my life that i will never get back. at least the think they have the answer, and they are blissful in their hallucinations.   wankers...

i really am a happy guy, one of the happiest you'll ever meet.  i'm part of the system, there's no getting off now, this train won't stop.  it only bothers me in the 10 or 20 seconds every night before i nod off to sleep.

the alarm clock blows the call of colors at 4:00 am every morning.


1 comment:

  1. I just discovered your blog. I've obviously been missing out on some pretty cool poetry, so I have some catching up to do; I'll be having fun reading your past installments. Keep up the good work.

    ~Joe Van Cleave