the running dude

the most quiet place in the universe, your hometown, 5:30 am , sunday morning.  drunks are in their niches still sleeping it off, frat brothers and sorroity sisters in the dark dreaming of last night's big game, church go-ers still not shuffling about in their kitchen.  no frying bacon or sausage aroma permeating the chilly morning air yet.  the occasional possum , racoon or deer looking at me like I've invaded their domain.  just running down the road, complete silence.  no input from any external source.  just dealing with the internal conversation that won't shut off.  if I can listen to it and answer it correctly i can make it another mile.  i know what it must feel like to drift through the galaxy on an eternal space walk.

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.

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