State of the Union on the Brain

State of the Union on the Brain:

When our fragile concrete views of the world shift and we are left with a "desire for community, self-esteem, a greater voice in decision-making, and an aesthetic and intellectual satisfaction" and letters to the US President just don't seem to be gettin' through. We are told by the President to continue to be resilient, continue to have the spirit of hopefulness and decency. We are reminded that despite hardship our unions are strong and we have an American government which embodies our spirit. To which I respond, "Really!?" followed with a remix of lyrics,

"Darkness is a harsh term don't you think
Yet it dominates the things I see
It seems that all my bridges have been burned
But you say 'That's exactly how this grace thing works’
It's not the long walk home that will change this heart
But the welcome I receive with every start.

Roll away your stone I will roll away mine
Together we can see what we will find
Don't leave me alone at this time
For I am afraid of what I will discover inside

You told me that I wouldn't find a home
Beneath the fragile substance of my soul
And I have filled this void with things unreal
And all the while my character it steals

Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems

But (you tell me) plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Look over your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to kill
Rain down, rain down on me

I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones
Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves
But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made

But I will hold on
I will hold on hope"

This is one of the one hundred parties to be had.

Today on the day of January 27, 2010

this blog is its memoir

The question has been raised

"Next year you have 101 then?"

To which I say,

"Nope, not again until she is

two-hundred and ten

then I will celebrate again.

This time from a grander view."

He says, "Ah That'll be some good going, darlin'

Yes. A grander view

underneath er?"

"Is that where heaven is?" says I.

"Yup. Portland, Oregon.

Underneath a 100 year old home.

Don't you read the bloody bible?

its pretty clear" says He.