clouds of jupiter

 

fair share of abuse

So I'll go back to work tonight for the first time in days. Not only will I go back tonight, but I'll go every night for the next ten days. I'm not sure how I feel about that just yet. I'm sure that I'll survive, but on the other hand work will be axis of my life and everything else will have to come second. That kind of thinking is so contrary to my nature, but I repeat myself.

I haven't been overly happy with the content of the journal lately. I keep treading the same ground. All of this whining and angst is bothering me. I have nothing truly serious to complain about here, but I still do. I just need to focus some more on what I really want from life. I can't keep going in circles or examining the same questions over and over. I simply need to move forward for the first time in a long time.

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Another morning without a sunrise or at least one that could be seen. Driving through the city I started to wonder if there was an Inuit word for street grime infested snow.

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Strange and random thoughts fill my head on a daily basis, but I never seem to be able to do something creative with them. If I can help it, I want that to change this year. I want to be creative again. I want to make something that has meaning to me and that makes me feel good. It sounds simple, but it never seems to work that way. Positive thoughts my friend.

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Jack Kirby created a Fourth World. What kind of world would I create? A teller of tales. A story with no end. A story that leads into another story. People that laugh and tell stories. Scott Free. Big Barda. Strange names for colorful characters. A plot. A device.

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I often sing along with some of the cheesiest songs on the radio. Today on the way back from the grocery store I was at full volume with Geddy Lee. We are the priests, of the temples of Syrinx. 2112. Concept album. Bad concept album, but I still know all of the words to that damn song. Scary stuff. Those crazy Canadian kids.

I also have a knack for belting out Boston tunes. Close my eyes and she slipped away. Ah, yeah, it don't get any worse than that my friend. Zeppelin. Ozzy. Anything from that drug era makes me smile. I can't take any of it seriously. One of my favorite segments on Conan was when they did their Zeppelin sketch complete with the dream sequences. Max on the horse was priceless.

Baby, baby, baby. I need you. Woman. Going to California on a jet airplane. Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. I think that Hallmark needs a series with Zeppelin lyrics. I'm sure that they would fly off of the shelves.

It all brings a tear to my eye.

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Mick Jagger visits Bloom County. Binkley breakdances. Opus just wanted to fly.

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I think that I might have overdosed on movies these past few days. The Green Mile was pleasant. All the Pretty Horses was okay. Stranger Than Paradise was mildly charming, but both Sleepy Hollow and Starship Troopers were slow and painful. I was so disappointed by Tim Burton and Johnny Depp. Something was truly lacking there.

 
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