Sunday, November 14, 2004
What are you writing? Why are you always writing things down? Are you going to talk or are you just going to write?!
Well, if I could talk without you yelling at me, I'd talk. Anyway this isn't about you, it's just writing, ok? I tried to spit out my words with venom, but I couldn't. I was feeling meek. There's something about driving in someone else's car in someone else's city that'll do that to you, especially when you're being chastised.
I was laughing at a grain storage building that had the name 'GOEBBEL' emblazoned on the side of it. I thought how funny the phrase 'GOEBBEL's Farm' was. I couldn't share it with her so I wrote it down in my notebook for later. I'd laugh about it when I wasn't in enemy territory.
It never started out as enemy territory, I'd describe it as neutral at best, but somehow I'd made a mess out of everything and despite the non-aggression pact, I was at war.
I was in town for two weddings, her brother's wedding and her best friend's wedding. I was doing well. I was remembering everyone's names and back stories. I was pretty sure I'd need all these details later, I had hoped I'd be around for a long time.
Turns out I wouldn't be.
Well, if I could talk without you yelling at me, I'd talk. Anyway this isn't about you, it's just writing, ok? I tried to spit out my words with venom, but I couldn't. I was feeling meek. There's something about driving in someone else's car in someone else's city that'll do that to you, especially when you're being chastised.
I was laughing at a grain storage building that had the name 'GOEBBEL' emblazoned on the side of it. I thought how funny the phrase 'GOEBBEL's Farm' was. I couldn't share it with her so I wrote it down in my notebook for later. I'd laugh about it when I wasn't in enemy territory.
It never started out as enemy territory, I'd describe it as neutral at best, but somehow I'd made a mess out of everything and despite the non-aggression pact, I was at war.
I was in town for two weddings, her brother's wedding and her best friend's wedding. I was doing well. I was remembering everyone's names and back stories. I was pretty sure I'd need all these details later, I had hoped I'd be around for a long time.
Turns out I wouldn't be.
People were attracted to the young man with perfect pitch unaware that it was solely because of the pleasant sound of his voice. The attractive younthful gentlemen was not very gentle nor was he very attractive, in fact he wasn't even very young. He was essentially a loutish boor with nothing remarkable in his repertoire save for his fantastic voice with the most pleasant pitch. Acquaintances desired to be his friend and friends desired to be something more.
The man ascended to positions that, truly in all honesty and frankness, he simply did not deserve. His lack of ability, his lack of skill, his lack of even the most rudimentary of social graces was overlooked because of his beautiful voice. I suppose I am guilty of misrepresentation when I say that his defiencies were overlooked because that implies that someone was possibly, somehow, in fact, aware of his lack of skill. The truth of that matter is is that everyone he came into contact with was under the distinct impression that he had an abundance of skill.
I can assure you that the man was nothing more than a brutish lout. Unfortunately Being under the spell of his siren song, I for the life of me cannot recount any of his boorish traits or his reprehensible behaviour. I am well aware that they exist, for I once fell out of the spell, but that was quite some time ago. I could attempt to describe to you his oafish manner, but I'm sure it would pale in comparison to the reality.
The man ascended to positions that, truly in all honesty and frankness, he simply did not deserve. His lack of ability, his lack of skill, his lack of even the most rudimentary of social graces was overlooked because of his beautiful voice. I suppose I am guilty of misrepresentation when I say that his defiencies were overlooked because that implies that someone was possibly, somehow, in fact, aware of his lack of skill. The truth of that matter is is that everyone he came into contact with was under the distinct impression that he had an abundance of skill.
I can assure you that the man was nothing more than a brutish lout. Unfortunately Being under the spell of his siren song, I for the life of me cannot recount any of his boorish traits or his reprehensible behaviour. I am well aware that they exist, for I once fell out of the spell, but that was quite some time ago. I could attempt to describe to you his oafish manner, but I'm sure it would pale in comparison to the reality.
