I Didn't Even Want to Be Here Today...

I'll tell ya something I've found a lot of truth on this internet 

 The best truth I ever found I got from an old lady.

 She died but before she did she told me that I could do whatever I wanted to do and that I had freedoms which were denied to her in her youth.

Her name was Ann but that she said was not a proper name so they called her Amy. 

 She said if you are pregnant they have you because you are in effect vulnerable

 this is the state in which we find ourselves

she told me...

 Now you go and solve WAR...

 I guess I tend to take myself a little too seriously...

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Nothing Matters And What If It Did

Image
     That was the name of a record we had once.  We really liked it.  It was John Cougar.  Some music executive must have told him that John Mellencamp wouldn’t sell so he had to cave.  Later, he changed it to John Cougar Mellencamp.  I don’t think he ever got over it.        I saw him on TV once with his wife.  She was really pretty with long blond hair.  She acted so calm and I don’t know how she pulled it off.  I remember actually feeling like I wanted to kill him.  He was stomping around smoking two packs of cigarettes a day on his second heart attack.   I kept thinking ‘How is the woman standing this?’              He wasn't snapping at her very much.  He was just furious.  Then I figured that she had signed up for it but she loved him very much.  It was obvious that she did but I wondered why she was bothe...
Read more

All Parents Must Hate Their Children

I am ashamed to admit that I have felt something akin to hatred for my Son.  I hated him because my love for him pained me more than anything I have ever experienced. Then again, I may have missed out on another pain or sorrow but I kind of doubt it. I have wondered if fathers were excluded from these feelings but I know in my own case I suspect that my father felt the same way about me when I scared him half to death with my reckless antics. I have willfully demanded answers to questions which may be left best to the mind of god however I was clued in to a directive which stated to attempt to achieve something called present moment awareness. Today I wonder... I guess that when it's said what I feel regret over is that I may have tried to squander my creativity due to the fact that I was ungrateful for the status quo of my life. The honest and shameful truth is that I can no longer function in this reality without a very strong man on my side. There are f...
Read more

The Discontented Pony

I’ve moved around quite a bit and I don’t have very many things from my childhood. I’ve managed to hold onto a couple of my favorite books. One of them is called The Discontented Pony. It’s a story about Merrylegs who was a little pony who was unhappy with her life in the pasture. She wanted to be a painted pony on the carousel at the fair so she escaped. What she found out was that all that is painted and shiny is not always as magical as it may appear. I read that book over and over again but my little mind couldn’t seem to figure out what the word ‘discontented’ meant. I hated, feared, and loved that book. My granddaddy was a tobacco farmer in North Carolina and I worshipped that man. He loved me like the sun rose and set on my head. We’d walk through his cow pasture together and he’d talk to me. I didn’t like the cow pies and I was always worried about stepping on them. He laughed at me and he said that a man can’t walk a straight line through the pasture without ge...
Read more