Tuesday, 02 October 2012
For every season
There is a time to live, and a time to die, and a time to stop listening to old albums by the Byrds.
My attitude about life is you should always take the good with the bad. The game, of course, is to see if you can tell which one is which.
You never know what is going to happen in life. You might pick up the newspaper and read where Michelle Obama was caught swimming naked in the pool at the Holiday Inn. That's what keeps us all in the Game.
Life is sometimes like borrowing a cup of sugar from a yesterday that never was.
My problem with life is that I am a fictional person that isn't writing about fictional characters. When you write about flesh and blood, as God probably found out on the 8th day, things tend to break down a bit.
In real life Cinderella tires of the Prince and has an affair with the guy that comes to clean the swimming pool. In real life Sleeping Beauty has insomnia. Of course life can become weird, because in certain areas of Amarillo, the Montrose area of Houston, the Oak Lawn section of Dallas, almost all of San Francisco, and certain dense forests in Ireland, little fairies can often be seen. But even they can't really grant you a wish.
That's just how it is sometimes. Someone shows up with a blanket, you send out for beer and KFC and spread the blanket out and have a picnic. Which is better than the other choice, covering your dead body.
I spent several days looking for a life. I didn't find anything but an old love letter I never sent to some forgotten lover, that I never got to know. Nothing lost.
A Lot of things in life fall behind the dresser and get lost in the cobwebs, and we really don't know the difference.
I guess the only loyality in life is a gynocologist daydreaming of his wife.