Met an old man by the river today,
I said "Tell me the secrets of love".
Says he,
"Love ain't no storybook, child,
anyone trying to sell that just want yo signachurrrrrre.
Lovin's nothin but a rusty ugly fishhook,
Caught deep deep down in the jelly of yo belly.
Ain't no such thing as a clean catch or escape, fuh dat matter.
Either way, it's rippin' tearin', cuttin'.
Keepin holes open that aim to be shuttin'.
Can't escape no fishhook lovin cause when you hooked,
There's a line to follow. And it ain't until you fight it,
that you learn it's hooks all the way down.
SO we let it sit, and so we let it rip.
For ever' time we turn away from it, it brings us rightly back.
The smallest notion of forgettin, and the deeper it burns.
Once you been hooked, the whole world gon' see your scars
Shinin' in the water, this lovey dovey haze of Blue.
How else do the world see our innards?
Only love, child. Only love.
It takes guts to love, child.
The world knows it, cause we show 'em ever' day.
It brings us closer together, but ain't no disguise.
Lovin's nuttin' but a fishook, as the world sighs."
Met an old many by the river today
Talkin' bout the Fishhook Blues.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Annoyances.
I figured out the difference today between life at work and life at home. No matter where you go, there will be things that annoy you. At home, it's trying to find the remote, cooking dinner, paying taxes, and essentially being disrupted of leisure time. At work, the reality is that annoyances come at you at a much faster pace with the monetary benefit hiding in the bi-monthly distance.
I work for Roanoke County Public Schools in the Bookstore. The Bookstore is a perfect example of what a euphemisn is. "The Bookstore" is a warehouse with lots of shitty textbooks that go out to all the needy kids in the county that must learn how to divide and multiply before the year ends. I was once one of those kids too, so I'm not really complaining. I have a good job. I push books. I get a nifty van to drive around the county. I make bank. It's not rocket science. But here are some annoyances of my work life. Not complaints. Not bitching. Annoyances.
- A bug hit me in the face today. Anatomically magnified, a bug hit me in the mouth today. This upset because I was not expecting it. I was digging in a large cardboard box with my head deeply buried in it, and a bug flew out of it and landed in my mouth. Frankly, I just found it insulting.
- And speaking of cardboard boxes, I hate you. The false smoothness of you against my fingers. The wincing scrapes of folding you back up. You're never the right size I need to complete the teacher packages. Often times you're overweight. You land on my feet a lot, and you have even cut me. I know I kick you. TOday I even threw you off some shelves 15 feet in the air. But you really do deserve it. You hurt my back a lot. I am, however, willing to put my feelings aside and continue to work with you throughout the course of the summer. It's best to let emotions subside in the work place. But if you land on my foot one more fucking time....just remember there is a large bucket full of retractable knives.
- Another thing that really bothers me is tape. I suffer acute autism whenever I'm around anythign that needs to be taped. It gets stuck to my fingers. There are always bubbles underneath that make it look live I've done a shitty job, which I probably have because I'm dealing with tape. It rips when I don't want it to, and it's as durable as steel when I need to cut it off. It sounds like I'm married to you, tape. Bitch.
-The sun. What can I say about you, Mr. Blue Sky? You sure do get a lot of hype don't you? You must feel so happy and RADIANT lighting up the sky so that the kids in the pool can swim and laugh and jolly around. I love how you reach out to me and make me feel like I'm dying all the time . Sometimes, when I'm outside in the parking lot pushing books into Central Office, I get dizzy from the beauty of the sunlight! Or maybe it's because I can't breathe very well and I'm covered in oily sweat. But hey, plants gotta grow right?
I work for Roanoke County Public Schools in the Bookstore. The Bookstore is a perfect example of what a euphemisn is. "The Bookstore" is a warehouse with lots of shitty textbooks that go out to all the needy kids in the county that must learn how to divide and multiply before the year ends. I was once one of those kids too, so I'm not really complaining. I have a good job. I push books. I get a nifty van to drive around the county. I make bank. It's not rocket science. But here are some annoyances of my work life. Not complaints. Not bitching. Annoyances.
- A bug hit me in the face today. Anatomically magnified, a bug hit me in the mouth today. This upset because I was not expecting it. I was digging in a large cardboard box with my head deeply buried in it, and a bug flew out of it and landed in my mouth. Frankly, I just found it insulting.
- And speaking of cardboard boxes, I hate you. The false smoothness of you against my fingers. The wincing scrapes of folding you back up. You're never the right size I need to complete the teacher packages. Often times you're overweight. You land on my feet a lot, and you have even cut me. I know I kick you. TOday I even threw you off some shelves 15 feet in the air. But you really do deserve it. You hurt my back a lot. I am, however, willing to put my feelings aside and continue to work with you throughout the course of the summer. It's best to let emotions subside in the work place. But if you land on my foot one more fucking time....just remember there is a large bucket full of retractable knives.
- Another thing that really bothers me is tape. I suffer acute autism whenever I'm around anythign that needs to be taped. It gets stuck to my fingers. There are always bubbles underneath that make it look live I've done a shitty job, which I probably have because I'm dealing with tape. It rips when I don't want it to, and it's as durable as steel when I need to cut it off. It sounds like I'm married to you, tape. Bitch.
-The sun. What can I say about you, Mr. Blue Sky? You sure do get a lot of hype don't you? You must feel so happy and RADIANT lighting up the sky so that the kids in the pool can swim and laugh and jolly around. I love how you reach out to me and make me feel like I'm dying all the time . Sometimes, when I'm outside in the parking lot pushing books into Central Office, I get dizzy from the beauty of the sunlight! Or maybe it's because I can't breathe very well and I'm covered in oily sweat. But hey, plants gotta grow right?
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