11/24/2004: "My Contribution To Heat Death"

22-11-4

'Twas to be a Quiet Night,
respite from the fray…

but
as Your Rev sought physical retreat
so spiritual retreat
retreated…

I took off early
having done MORE than that which needed doing
and sought solice
in The Big Red Chair.

And, surely, I found it there.

But things started connecting -
slowly at first

                but

                                eventually

sparks racing around the fucking universe with nothing but some kinda mindless inevitable intent to SMASH into something else

and make More Trouble…

Bits & pieces banging together
splinters flying off
infecting virgin scapes
burning up Luck
running down Entropy

fucking us all up…

more below

21:30 in PonyTown
not a soul left to take.

I check our Muslim brothers, our Hindu brothers
[what religion are the pizza guys?];
no; the're closed too…

SO;
instead of junkfood, traffic noise & a Black Beam on a bench on the footpath

I enjoy

beef and vegetables,
fine jazz-style music on the Radiola [Olleter! they played Olleter!],
a Mags cleanskin cab sav [yes - finally one worth the risk!],
port from a glass bottle

and sanctimony from outta my very own holy arse!


Nonetheless,
I am So Tired…

Bless Y'all!


lerevdr on Wed 24-Nov-2004 @ 15:06 e.s.t [permalink]
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