rehearsing_for_extinction birdmad had to take the long way home friday night. took a walk down and around. out by the steelyard, all the way over to the_projects, maybe another ten minutes walk from the ballpark and then started back down toward Memorial Hospital to take the street back along the long way home just before the freeway, the road flares and the traffic detours giving every indication that something bad went down near the place where i had my little bar_fight episode being barely later than nine-thirty, it was too early on a friday evening for the typical drunken pendejismo, at least that would be my assumption pondering little more than the inconvenience of the forced detour, i looped around until i got to the next place i could cross over the freeway and in the news more stuff blown to hell, more foreign policy disasters in the offing, no encouraging signs except for the warming detente between my two four-legged roommates good argument against the notion of god in all of the minutiae, any self-respecting all-powerful deity would have called it quits on this fucked up little petrie dish we call existence and maybe had the stones to admit that he pooched the whole experiment somewhere in the early going armchair astronomy buff, i didn't get to see mars for all the incessant fucking cloud cover that just floated overhead and teased the city like it always does with lightning_kisses and the usual incitements only to leave the usual dry frustration in its wake come morning and the news reports of how someplace else got flooded pack of cigarettes, Camel, no filter, light, drag, exhale watch the flashing lights on the underbellies of the planes overhead, lighting up the yard almost dangerously close go in, shut down, go to sleep 030831 ... oldephebe birdmad - digging what you shared - gotta say though whoever or Whomever we attribut this breat big festering frenetic ball of created ife to - it is ultimately man that authors his own demise - sure i know you were just rhetorically speaking, but yeah innocence dies savagely at the hand of an inpenitent predator and we attribute this unfathomable trajedy to a higher power, or ask why did the higher power let this happen - if we were without wills if we were flesh bags of automatons, man wouldn't it be dreary down here? a faith, or as daf puts it a path, merely renovates our interior thus enabling a mind, the sensitive soul, to contend or deal with all the hoary machinations of irredeemable man, and ah of course the vagaries of the elements - really like your writing style - it really connects viscerally - pummels the heart with raining blows - soft concussions of say don't you see what the fuck is happening to the muddled mass of we? yeah keep writing man you don't need me to tell you you've got real talent - later ... 030831 ... oldephebe great big ball - not eart - were's that balther spellcheck? 030831 what's it to you? who go blather from