Bland, but Present

The exhaustion is complete. I try to find a siren song in me that is of intellect and artistry, but nothing seems to be inside of me. I will commit to continuing the pursuit on the page even when this lack of bliss is within me. I think of my ex-stepfather, Greg, today. He was someone who just kind of disappeared. I now know that I did not know and his abilities would have harmed me, actually, in all community. Maybe vampiric ones, with a very tall werewolf, can set him straight before he goes full on insane, very publically, in New York City. Maybe it is time for The Moody Blues, John and Ringo, and the Stones to do it on their own. Complex oddities are all three. I sit upon a rock today away from the clammer without a stammer. The silence may be before a storm cloud blows over in a new way. I saw a weather map in my dream of a storm circling the whole U.S. Maybe even THAT would be overlooked by society. I wait as my ability to move slows, but continues to evolve. It is PEOPLE I can bring in that will make a difference and bring on Kingdom Come. Images from System of the Down play for you today. LISTEN before it ALL goes away.