weesaul
The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!
I look at the world and I notice it's turning...
the beatlesWhile my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps...
And the storms of November came crashing upon the world around me, and all things that are part of my reality are under siege as I sit here safe and warm looking out on the world that is in the midst of change. It is a glorious day that I see before me as the rains and the wind conspire to strip the leaves from all trees. The end of pleasant weather is nigh and soon we shall be in the grasp of a wintry Hell from which we cannot escape for the Fates have ordained that we shall remain in this land for all times...
The beginning of the end is wondrous in its very nature for it is so much more unpredictable than the beginning or the end. What can I expect as I sit here and watch all that is before me? What will happen next? Will it be a sudden change or will be gradual, savoring each and every second until the end finally steps forward and announces that here it is and here it will remain?
And the world has changed greatly and will continue to change as I sit here thinking it's unusual that an older woman, maybe late 50s or early 60s sits about 10 feet from me listening to her iPod while reading Calvin and Hobbes. And the world has many great mysteries such as this as I sit in this bookstore watching as people make mad dashes from their cars to the doors of the store. And I watch the rain and I am filled with joy and I marvel at it all and in all things. It is amazing that as good as I feel there are many surrounding me who look as if their worlds had come to an end - it is as if I have sucked all the joy from their souls and I have kept it all to my self. Maybe this is so though I shall never know the truth behind this and so many other mysteries that surround me...
And I sit and watch the world that surrounds me after doing all the work that I needed to do for this day. And I sit and watch the man in the three-piece suit who at first I assumed to be closer to my age though I have come to realize that he is of an age far greater than mine. He sits before his laptop and appears to be stumped by what he see before his eyes, then the light bulb is turned on and his fingers begin to work the keyboard, then the light is switched of and he stares blankly as if he had lost the battle, wash, rinse, repeat over and over...
As I sit here watching the rain, it becomes apparent to me that technology has been infiltrating those who are far older than I. It may be possible that I just have not given it much thought or that I have not had so many examples near me to turn on my own personal light bulb. And now the three-piece suit man has closed his laptop and just looks disgusted and such are the ways of technology for as they make life so much simpler, they also have a tendency to make life incredibly difficult of the gods of the computer age do not smile upon thee. And as I sit, another soul is sacrificed upon the alter of the Digital Age and the man is left to drum with his fingers upon the case of his instrument of self-destruction...
The rains have slowed and the winds have died down, and I wonder when I will find the motivation to make another attempt at writing the Great American Novel. I know it will probably never happen for I know myself well though I continue to believe that one day I will go beyond 10 pages and will complete a tale that will be passed down through the ages and will be made into numerous movies and sequels and will have a run on Broadway that will never be eclipsed and will become part of the curriculum of every major university of across this big blue orb. So such is the tale that I weave for my life that I haven't written yet and while it is epic in scope, it will end much as Walt Disney would wish it to...
My brief stop has been productive and I believe that with the lull in the storm that was raging around me, I shall conclude my daily exercise in the written word and I shall go out into the world and see what I can discover about all things...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps...
And the storms of November came crashing upon the world around me, and all things that are part of my reality are under siege as I sit here safe and warm looking out on the world that is in the midst of change. It is a glorious day that I see before me as the rains and the wind conspire to strip the leaves from all trees. The end of pleasant weather is nigh and soon we shall be in the grasp of a wintry Hell from which we cannot escape for the Fates have ordained that we shall remain in this land for all times...
The beginning of the end is wondrous in its very nature for it is so much more unpredictable than the beginning or the end. What can I expect as I sit here and watch all that is before me? What will happen next? Will it be a sudden change or will be gradual, savoring each and every second until the end finally steps forward and announces that here it is and here it will remain?
And the world has changed greatly and will continue to change as I sit here thinking it's unusual that an older woman, maybe late 50s or early 60s sits about 10 feet from me listening to her iPod while reading Calvin and Hobbes. And the world has many great mysteries such as this as I sit in this bookstore watching as people make mad dashes from their cars to the doors of the store. And I watch the rain and I am filled with joy and I marvel at it all and in all things. It is amazing that as good as I feel there are many surrounding me who look as if their worlds had come to an end - it is as if I have sucked all the joy from their souls and I have kept it all to my self. Maybe this is so though I shall never know the truth behind this and so many other mysteries that surround me...
And I sit and watch the world that surrounds me after doing all the work that I needed to do for this day. And I sit and watch the man in the three-piece suit who at first I assumed to be closer to my age though I have come to realize that he is of an age far greater than mine. He sits before his laptop and appears to be stumped by what he see before his eyes, then the light bulb is turned on and his fingers begin to work the keyboard, then the light is switched of and he stares blankly as if he had lost the battle, wash, rinse, repeat over and over...
As I sit here watching the rain, it becomes apparent to me that technology has been infiltrating those who are far older than I. It may be possible that I just have not given it much thought or that I have not had so many examples near me to turn on my own personal light bulb. And now the three-piece suit man has closed his laptop and just looks disgusted and such are the ways of technology for as they make life so much simpler, they also have a tendency to make life incredibly difficult of the gods of the computer age do not smile upon thee. And as I sit, another soul is sacrificed upon the alter of the Digital Age and the man is left to drum with his fingers upon the case of his instrument of self-destruction...
The rains have slowed and the winds have died down, and I wonder when I will find the motivation to make another attempt at writing the Great American Novel. I know it will probably never happen for I know myself well though I continue to believe that one day I will go beyond 10 pages and will complete a tale that will be passed down through the ages and will be made into numerous movies and sequels and will have a run on Broadway that will never be eclipsed and will become part of the curriculum of every major university of across this big blue orb. So such is the tale that I weave for my life that I haven't written yet and while it is epic in scope, it will end much as Walt Disney would wish it to...
My brief stop has been productive and I believe that with the lull in the storm that was raging around me, I shall conclude my daily exercise in the written word and I shall go out into the world and see what I can discover about all things...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
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Single white male... - ..seeking greasy, fried, unhealthy food for supper.
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