obvious

In doing my things that a man in my position does... i happened to be pacing the house in a fine waffle over something that really doesn't matter looking at the ground and all when i saw a spider walk across the floor... and i thought, well the natural response would be to kill it, but yet the obvious response would be to see if this guy, or girl for that matter can make a go of it in this environment. if the spider can stay healthy then i believe the proper wording would be... "the spider and i live in symbiosis". The rogue translation of that would be that if the spider is eating well then perhaps the spider is doing me a service in decreasing the population of other small invertebrates.

I have been writing a lot of songs lately... using deadlines to hammer myself with a tidal wave of failure. Sometimes i feel like wile-e-cyote (sp?) pulling an umbrella out as protection from a large boulder falling from a very high cliff.

Now I'm not an entomologist but yet i have a pretty high degree of certainty that this particular spider is not poisonous.

Of course if it was a wasp (and insect that also eats insects) i would definitely not be relaxed right about now. I believe i have made my case for that over the years.

going over lyrics i remembered this quote from Brian Burke

on speaking about an NHL rule that restricts a team's "legality" to call up only 4 players from the minors after the trade deadline.

"It is a ridiculous, archaic, stupid rule that the Players Association, for some reason, refuses to change... but that's just my view."

I like Ron Wilson's press conferences to... i never miss them.

Morning everlasting light
you look good when you fight
Morning favurite coffee bean
things aren't quite what they seem
early on a young school day
i love you you will say
is there an everlasting fire?
bell rings beneath the sprier
warning everlasting warm
the bees begin to swarm
good morning everlasting song
the children get along

you are Blogging all your simple thoughts in set's of rhyming lines
pace around the kitchen a couple hundred times
try to write a song live in your fort
I say poetry is a jack ass sport

Boring Never ending game
the outcome is the same
the weird guy has the name of ron
he has a pet python
summer and a bbq
the foot fits in the show
baby and its time to sleep
she won't make a peep
a list of faults the came before
there is less and there is more


He has tagged and lived to regret it.

It's always depressing reading news of one of the many "Bailout" situations that seems to be running like a bad virus through our human important systems.

To me it's a simple thing... if something is fucked and unsustainable then it will fail and to pump what little resources we have left to maintain the appearance of "normal" cannot make sense. All the laws of physics, Karma, Biology, Chemistry, fate and evolution bring a resolution, but yet we are so into wrong thinking... "the economy is the only important thing.... we need more profit for the shareholders".

I think of it like a teeter totter. Imagine a massive cement block on one end and a porous plate on the other.. and sugar was gold so you put sugar on the plate to balance the teeter totter, but the rain comes down and washes the sugar through the plate so you have to put more sugar on the plate to keep the balance... and so you do again and again rather that chipping away the hard cement block be cause you are so use to seeing it that it would look unnatural for a teeter totter to not have a massive cement block on one end.

because that's all you know... you know what i mean?