Thursday, November 29, 2007

Thoughts Untold........

Friend,
Lover.
So many words in a very small space.
A whole untold story, for only us to hear.

So many years,
So much time.

We ended up here.

We never thought it would..........

Monday, November 19, 2007

Life in Liquid Sunshine.

This is the first time in Eight months that I have needed to use rain gear to get my job done.

For these last eight months I have worked in climates far more condusive to my line of work. But this is not the reason that I write tonight...................

Grey Skies, Newsprint touched with white-out and blue paint.
The permanent color of Puget Sound.
Portland looks like Palm Springs by comparison.
Keep in mind that I am NOT complaining, just stating the obvious.

I feel at home in this dreary world, I love the overcast skies of the northwest.
I never have to squint my eyes here, not to mention the greatly reduced risk of skin cancer.
How can you get cancer when you can't get a tan.

I've never seen Mt. Rainier, Kind of surprising when you stop to consider the length of time that I've spent in and around Seattle.
I think that the City doesn't want me here.

I think that I'll let it have what it wants.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Bad Monkeys.

No sandstorms, no wind, just the beautiful bay breeze whipping across my face.

A lot has passed, dear reader, since i last graced you with my presence. Too much time that I should have been putting pen to paper................................

Since last we talked I have covered no less than 7500 miles of these american roads, and it still all leads me to the same conclusion. We as a country are incredibly small. We have no clue about our purpose in this world, and we do not care to. The callousness of our countrymen is readily apparent in everyone that I encounter in my travels. I always hope that my wanderings will make this world seems a bigger, more inviting place, but they do not.

Disregard. The word I most often use to descibe the actions of the other residents of terra firma.

I don't much care if this doesn't make a lot of sense, it is what it is.

B.M.