The Fall of the Number 12 Tonight

Three of my favourite Math Music bands have broken up. I just found out. The Fall of Troy, The Number 12 Looks Like You and By The End Of Tonight. These bands were amaizing. I never had a chance to see By The End Of Tonight, it would have been fun. Instrumental music is always fun to see live. I got to the the Number 12 before they broke up. It was perfect. There was no one in the audience, but the band didn't care. They smiled and played and had a good time, or at least it looked like that. I'm not sure if Fall of Troy will be coming close enough to me to see them, but here's to hoping. I had a chance to see them a while ago, but at the time I didn't really care for them. I would have gone if Tera Melos was playing, which they were supposed to but they were canceled that night. Not enough time for them to play, it was an early show. Life works in funny ways. I'm glad Fall Of Troy broke up. They used to be a very good band, but the direction they took on their newest album was not my taste. It wasn't as technical, it didn't make your brain hurt in a good way. The Number 12 is a different story. They only got more interesting with time. It's a shame. It's a damn shame. I think I'll make Chili tonight...

The Moon cried

“Sunflowers only face the sun.
Hence the name.
You are the moon.
You won’t be the sun any time soon.
I know you think
“soon, soon, soon, sunflowers will look at me”
But that’s not a possibility.
You’re cold and grey and far away.
Your light is dim, grim and oddly beautiful.
That is true
The sun is bright, light, and beneficial.
Traditional views think it’s nicer than you.
Don’t get me wrong,
You are too,
But only wind and water get help from you.
I’m sorry,
But you will remain lonely.”


“I know.
I was just hoping so.
I’ll be quiet and stop crying.
Sorry for bothering you.”

I know, I know.

I know I said I wasn't going to write for a while, but I just read something that made me shiver. I laugh when I read a lot, get angered, but at the moment my brain is swirling, swaying, vibrating. In Slaughter House-Five there is a part when the protagonist is unable to sleep. He grabs champagne and watches television. On the T.V is a movie about World War II. This man, Billy, faught in the war, knew it all too well. The odd thing about the movie was that he, and only he, watched it in reverse. Fires all around, dead people too, children without parents, blood, sadness, no happiness or smiles. Then fighter jets fly overhead, sucking up all the fire, the explosions, they suck just hard enough that the dead rise to their feet again. Children are with their families. The jets then return to the fort. Bombs are taken off and put into boxes where they are shipped back to the manifacturing plant. These are then dismantled, jets too......... I wish. I wish....I wish.... this idea made me smile..........

Everything is Beautiful.

Just remember: Everything is beautiful. It always was, it will always be.

Childhood makes you humm....

In the mountains and the forest,
The wind sings in chorus.
In the street and side-walk,
The wind screams in double-talk.
It’s running out of lies.
No one notices, no one cries.

Hello, how are you today?

I got the the end of the path. A door stood. It just stood. Not held up by anything. I knocked. The door opened. Not knowing where my voice came from, and that I was using it:

"Well, Life, it was nice to meet you."
"It was nice to have you here"
"Thanks. Thats all I can say."
"You don't need to say anything, it was my pleasure. Will I see you again?"
"I hope so, but you never know. I think you only get one Life though..."
"Really? Well, I can always be your life, you can just call on me..."
"I think you have to call on me. I am the dependent, and you the independent variable. You give life to those you want, and take it away from those you don't."
"Is that really how this works?"
"I think so..."
"I'll have to look into that."
"Please do, and when you find out, let me know. Call on me. Give me life for another moment."
"I'll try to remember. But I can't promise anything. Here's you'r stuff back. Your death."
"Thanks....you can keep it, I'd rather have life."
"My pleasure, but I can't do that. I need to give it back. But know that you'll be missed."
"I understand. Till you breath into my lungs again." I said with a smile. Life smiled back. Closed the do.......

You called Lelay?

Oh my, so much time. Too much time. But time to spend well. Time to learn my instruments, time to learn to draw. Time to write about everything I ever saw. Learn to sing and play....the Ukulele. Need time everyday. Getting better I would say. Take my time. At the moments, time is easy to find. There is nothing to hide behind. Time to learn again.

Smile for your health!

Strange Days

Strange days,

Strange times.

Strange ways.

Strange rhymes.

Strange.

Daze Days