Goodbye Ruby Tuesday....

Domesticated again?

Yes, I believe it's true... I went back to the man to take my decree... looks like i'm signed up for a new degree... what wonderful times I live in... all this run around to prove to everybody who I am...

The problem is far far more simple than this... I knew who I was before going head first into the machine... slowly,but surely, I am loosing touch with the 'ME'...

I don't know why I write the way I do... I am currently reading 'Candide' and everything is so happy.... so optimistic...

who could ever hang a sign on you?

The Time of the Age....

I came home during a difficult time... things have slowed down... the heavy chatter, the loud pulsating scene of sauntering summer days and nights have completely disappeared.... the sparkle has vanished...

There is no Christmas spirit here, not this year. My street, like many others, is bare... There are no lights, no trees, no revolution taking this city by storm... The voices are dull and distracted, where did they go? Who muted the obnoxious bunch of idiots who ran this town down before I left? Don't get me wrong, the morals and tendencies are still around, but I can barely hear them singing in the streets.

My friends, they seem shattered by the Christmas chill. An abnormal winter weather front has blown snow across my fair island. This is abnormal, even prior to the official start of winter... YOU CAME EARLY THIS YEAR... and they say we'll have a WHITE CHRISTMAS... what a Christmas miracle, but what about the thorn in our side? The wondrous light at the end of the tunnel guides us towards an uncertain devastation; and impoverished future or monotonous prosperity, where we know no pain or suffer no great deal.... sounds bad, yes, but interesting non-the-less....

don't you want to live a hard life? don't you want to feel accomplished when you reach 70.... tell your grand children about what it was like back during the turn of the century.... remember when we lived one day at a time... feasting on hope and sleeping under covers of confusion.... ? laying our heads down on the firm belief that tomorrow we will be alive... or would we truly be living right there and then, at that moment we realize just what life is, or should be?

Oh, God, I want to live.... I seem to be doing nothing but stumbling around looking for something to happen.... I had devoted a portion of my life to history...studying tales from years ago... I want to live through one of those stories... I want to be one of the characters in that chapter in life... and now here we are, seconds away from a collapse... the fall, a decent down to a level of needs...
ALIVE, I say...

I want to feel alive....

London Gatwick (Reprise)

I am here at the air port..killing time... actually not killing time... me and time have been on good terms the past four months...no... I am just hanging out with time once again.... waiting for my final departure from the old world....

I am glad to close this book... but i already have the itch... it wont sit still.... North America calls... Alaska, Toronto, Montreal, New York City.... Mexico... I cannot sit still... I don't even have the money but I want to hit that road....

I'll wait out the winter... raise the funds and then kick it down south..i know a few people down there... Maybe i'll have a friend on the road....

Look at me... writing this... I have not even got home... I am sittin in an airport, hanging with time... I love my life...

Adios for now....