and life ticks (pt 2, verse three)

I want a dreary morning to look for old records in Cambridge, which turns in to a sun burning day I can walk along the Charles River with friends. I want to take the midnight train home, alone, and stay up all night listening to my newly bought records and writing. I want to know if I call she’ll answer. There are lights strung out over the leafless branches outside my window. I wonder why. Am I paying for this illumination? I know it is Friday only because it was mentioned to me my life is something like a run on sentence. No really beginning and no real end. That is the definition of a circle, isn’t it? Living a circle cannot be healthy. I think I hate retail. It is an inconsistent headache. Headaches should at least be nice enough to keep a schedule. Obama and Clinton are raising something like $100 million a month for ads and such. Can’t we do the same thing to rebuild New Orleans? Or to start energy saying projects? Instead of mandating a tax why can’t they ASK for a DONATION (hell make it tax deductible) for a specific purpose. America donates more money then any other country. Why can’t we use that power for ourselves? Or does receiving money comes with an unacceptable accountability tag? Far be it from us to know where our money is going and what it if affecting. Okay. Sleep time. Sleep perchance to dream..

~ by Andrew Wooster on April 19, 2008.