Starry starry night
Have but one more ‘ear, Vincent
Don McLean sang it so beautifully. It almost takes all the pain away. Maybe I just need a vacation. I own Soup by Blind Melon. Shannon, when you wrote Car Seat, they should have caught you -and loved you. Kurt, it’s just so sad. To this day I wonder if everyone in Seattle says ‘Christian’ with a tic. You honestly shoulda stuck around.
It’s Chinese Spring Festival and I usually eat 4 mandarins a day. This year, I ate one and a half over half the 15 day festival. Depression is how old you are, unmarried divided by angpow received. But maybe it was too many of those crumbly pineapple tart-cookies. More importantly, tho -why?
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I tell myself to stick around for the World Cup soccer in June, the Apple event in March, to see my Pastor again, 2 weeks from now in Kuala Lumpur. I want to get well, do my daily workout, manage my bank account, just a 6 minute walk away, shower, finish my coding project.
I whistleblew on a coven of evil, corrupt witches. They threw Chuck Norris’ dry cleaning list at me. Breaks a man either way. Maybe I should have cried instead of being the strong, silent type. Maybe I should have left them alone, tho I recall they came for me first, for the 3rd time. Shoulda been more respectful -but these are the witches who perpetrated 9–11, framed me for animal beastiality, and lost me quarter of a million in college fees when I dropped out dazed and confused and was put on meds, 1999.
I don’t recall many people cared. Those who did were scared.
The world is topsy turvy. Good and evil, like pro wrestlers, faking every smack down for our amoral entertainment. Sure I’m armed and dangerous in the mindspaces. Chuck prayed and God keeps an angel’s hand over my trigger. I’m waiting for the fireworks, Lord. But I don’t think I can wait for much longer.
