..and it was a good idea.
i love my baconbro.
we’re gonna ride some late nite bikes tonite.
should be grand.
i’m about to ride my bike down to see bacon at joe’s crabshack.
this could be nice.
i may have had one of the most frusterating days in a while.
and i may not have known what to do with myself, or what i’ve done lately.
but i sat down after i danced the dance and came out with this.
“Garden Gates”
“as we departed garden gates / and stared into the sun, / how much longer shall we wait / till walk becomes a hurried run?”
i was driving to “work” this morning, which i call starbucks and this song decided to play written by ryan of onerepublic called “say”
Do you know where your heart is?
Do you think you can find it?
Or did you trade it for something
Somewhere better just to have it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you think that you lost it?
You felt it so strong, but
Nothing’s turned out how you wanted
Well, bless my soul
You’re a lonely soul
Cause you won’t let go
Of anything you hold
Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You’re doing your best and
Your best look
You’re praying that you make it
Well, bless my soul
You’re a lonely soul
Cause you won’t let go
Of anything you hold
Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
I said I all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Better than you had it
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Yeah, better than you had it (Better than you had it)
I said I all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
I said I all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Whenever the end is
Do you think you can see it?
Well, until you get there
Go on, go ahead and scream it
Just say it
there were a lot of points in the day in which i probably could have said something to someone or something that would have been better for me to do…
holding back now, i wonder if it’s even worth anymore?
i’m gettin’ some dinner
by shelby lynne
sweet dreams and
it’s been the end to a day like the one’s you always hear about, just one’s you push on through in.
i’ve made it. and always will. cos He is guiding me.
on to bed i go.
tonite i was reading from C.S. Lewis who said this on friendship:
“Hence (if you will not misunderstand me) the exquisite arbitrariness and irresponsibility of this love. (friendship) I have no responsibility to be anyone’s Friend and no man in the world has a duty to be mine. No claims, no shadow of necessity.Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
and without that, how could one survive? other than God.
i am blessed beyond measure.
and with that, i look forward to july 24th. cos it’s the end of the 23rd.
I’m goin’ down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride ‘til the sun comes up and down around me ‘bout two or three times
Smokin’ cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin’ to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go down where the people say “y’all”
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I’m in,
And get back in the game,
And start playin’ again
I’d like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
Might go back down to Texas, might go to somewhere that I’ve never been
And get up in the mornin’ and go out at night
And I won’t have to go home
Get used to bein’ alone
Change the words to this song
Start singin’ again
I’m tired of runnin’ ‘round lookin’ for answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talkin’ again, when I know what to say
I’m goin’ down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride ‘til the sun comes up and down around me ‘bout two or three times
Smokin’ cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin’ to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go down where the people say “y’all”
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talkin’ again
When I know what to say
John Prine “Clay Pigeons”
a late bikeride tonite and home to bed…
This summer I did swan dives
And jackknifes for you all
And once when you weren’t looking
I did a cannonball, I did a cannonball.
loudon wainwright III