Monday, November 9, 2009

No Rest. Elusive Zen -OR- All in All It's Just Another Brick.

To encapsulate week ONE of the experiment?

The Pumps Don't Work `cause The Vandals Took The Handles.

The smarmy heap of parrot droppings that passes for local leaders are beyond redemption, but various projects around the house are getting checked off the to-do list. If you've never dismantled an upright piano, I heartily recommend it. 88 Keys,
101 strings? Each loosened and cut. A pile of salvaged antique wood. Waiting to be repurposed. Cryptic enough? You aren't alone. Except knowing that this is good, I'm still not sure what it is I'm moving towards. I only know that it's there.

Maybe I'm amazed.

Ft. Hood
Is anyone really surprised? Except that it hadn't happened before it did? Into year 9 of war `cause we can? Missionless, pointless and ill-advised since its spawning?
End-gamers, chickenhawks, the unknowing. Asking the impossible, of the willing for the ungrateful. Yes, it's almost as though PLANNED by the PNAC. String it out until out of nagging frustration we exert our ability for Carthaginian peace?

1 comment:

Dr. Zaius said...

Just because Carthaginians are misunderstood doesn't mean they aren't assholes. ;o)