Tuesday, 31 July 2007

three cups of tea? or four. a bit of chocolate and a prayer. Lord, give me the strength to get through this, give me the motivation to get through this, keep me from despair and let me find my rest in You.

the song rides on the waves of the night, unclear but not unheard. a funeral song, the mourners are heavy with the paraphernalia of life and the passersby are ambiguous about how many people are there. a child cries because his mother is crying, that cord is the hardest to break. all that is someone else's story. mine is one of action and life, of the random chaos that scientists tell us explains how the world operates (they tell us in minute detail, down to the most chaotic atom), of the greatness and glory that few aspire to and all attain.
unlike the funeral next door, my story starts in the night.

carter has made me visit dictionary.com more than i ever wanted to- check this out- "the speleological apotheosis of Tiresias" is how she describes Mother. speleological means 'the scientific study of caves', apotheosis means 'elevated to status of god' and Tiresias was the blind prophet who told Oedipus he had married his mama and killed his papa. needless to say, Tiresias wasn't well recieved. hahahah

11:33 pm

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