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| the cypher rolls through enigma. ne'er-ending does its goal. far from the heavens it shall roll.
perpetuity does it say. to the left and right does it sway. to watch it does cause fear, or to know that the end is near.
this life we lead it entraps. i don't know where it wraps. spinning away it shall go, like a rhythm that you blow
with but a touch does it end. disarray hath left us to fend. the cypher rolls still, but more it does spill.
to the left and to the right it doth sway, teetering upon a precipice it may. fallen it shall be.
inevitable.
life.
through the looking glass.
all shatters into pieces. | | |
| my brain has died. i'm sorry. the machinations of the past have returned to remind me rather ungraciously of old prices paid. my brain has died.
meaningless tracks through the desert that is my mind appear surreptitiously. the author nowhere to be found. they step through the horizons, ne'er knowing an end to it. how far they fly.
i wish i could join the fracas. flowing through the wind and all that it holds and carries. i wish i could join it so very much.
yet here thine are. the wind deposits our tracks where they lie. how far do the they go, i suppose we shalt see. mine mind wanders at the possibilities of ever. it hurts at times and yet my tracks still end where they lie. i think my brain has died.
where does the wind decide to place its safe's contents? where are those secrets that we hear and see? can we just enjoy the ride and allow ourselves the freedom of wind? cavorting through the hollows and crags of yesterday today and tomorrow? does the enjoyment creep through this sullen ride or from where the tracks lie?
i think my brain has died.
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| Oh this is nice. This is very nice.
It's a balmy autumn Vancouver Saturday afternoon, and I have nothing to do except make some brunch, and watch some Saturday morning/afternoon cartoons.
It's really quite nice. I highly recommend you give it a try someday.
Oh what's that? You'd like to know what's for brunch? Sure why not.
4-egg leftover omelette.
Take 4 eggs, sautee some shallots and onions, seasoned with salt, pepper and paprika, sprinkle some rosemary and thyme for extra fragrance, once caramelized, add leftover chicken and chorizo, dump the egg mixture, fold when ready and eat.
Good stuff. | | |
| CA$ : 1.2943
GAS : 79.9/L
That old song rings true.
"Sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your name. Where they're always glad you came."
Now admittedly I don't have one of those places, but I have something that's close. Just a little greasy spoon Chinese place that has good sized portions, for great prices, always filling - and just a nice comfortable place I can go to get some late night eats and paperwork done at the same time.
All you Vancouverites of course know where I'm talking about. If you don't, then you need a good smack upside the head. I'll give you one hint... "free refills."
It's just a nice constant you can always count on in this maddening world of ours.
Find a place like that. It doesn't have to be a restaurant, it can be a nice quiet spot all to yourself. Perhaps a shady area in the garden. Or one of my old favourites was a small ledge we had by our attic stairs, just large enough to support a boy who valued his privacy and bright enough to get through an afternoon of reading.
Try it. You might like it. | | |
| I need a new passion in life. I've sadly begun to just work through the motions.
Of course it could all just be due to the end of summer - I mean who doesn't hate that? The KFC commercial where the people start going apesh*t over seeing a fallen red leaf pretty much nailed it on the head.
I went... I dunno... impromptu bar-hopping (I guess that's what you could call it) with some friends on Saturday night and it occured to me though fun to be walking around downtown on a Saturday night - this was definitely not the kind of thing for me.
Yes, I missed the hustle and bustle of the urban summer lifestyle, but that's something I've done and I've moved on. Sure some may say that I didn't really "do it right" - I don't have the drunker stupor memories (or forgotten memories as the case may be... like the name of that chick I was living with for 8 months and left her a week before she was due...) - but c'est la vie.
I think I have the important ones. I can close my eyes and remember the smells, the sounds, the lights - the drunken bimbos wearing spaghetti straps in -10 degree Celcius while walking 20 blocks to Lansdowne - the ambulances cheerfully picking up the crackheads sitting (or puking) on the curbside of Kenmore... all while I was out picking up my morning newspaper...
It was fun. Let's move on shall we?
This message was dedicated to Mr. Karl Wicker. | | |
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