Pensive tonight. Abjure the intellectual ego builders, those who punish the stupid to push their pride. So tired, so searching. Soul tired, soul searching. I see six billion rowboats; I see a big swift-moving river; I see a dam, a falls. I see indifference.

Life was better when people used a barrel instead of an SUV to precipitate their crappy lives over a dam into fifteen minutes of media coverage that they'd never get to see.

Modern communication sucks. People can't turn words into meaning and that hurts the thinkers. In turn the thinkers tip the bottle hard -- inebriated congruence.

Song of the Week volumes 8 and 11 will arrive soon. In the meantime checkout the subtext that I've added to my blog (in the right side panel or the full length version). I am excited about the subtext section as I can share details about the origins of posts, or perhaps just my feelings in general. It will work its way out. Also, I added a new necklace, and, a Faves category. Those are at least a few things to check out while I stumble to regain my grace of words and knock out some blog worthy Songs of the Week. For now, I sleep. Tick-tick-tick is scaring me.

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.