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One Night Only 008

Monday, February 11th, 2008

We are back n Schedule and things are going good.

Our story continues.  The weekend has brought much rest and good vibrations.  I’m feeling pretty good here this Sunday night as I sit and type this out.  Complications swirl about my addle brained head, the troubles of my nearest and dearest seek to keep me in a state of waking.  I worry, I fret, sometimes needlessly.  The plight of those I love troubles me greater than my own, and my mind rarely stops working long enough to let it all pass into that realm of “What will be will be”.

So I sit here watching Citizen Kane and realizing the truth of the words of Casablanca, the troubles of three people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.  So what is life to be for us angels with tainted wings, we who are all scars and good intentions?  What price honor?  What price goodness?  Shall we barter away our souls so that we can continue to “do no harm”?  God forbid.

It is so strange a thing this life.  Sometimes we feel the most alive when things are falling apart.  Somehow the doubt, the guilt, the pain and loss, it reminds us that we are human.  That we still feel and bleed, that we still walk the Devil’s Road, and we have plenty of company.  We are the sum of our complications I suppose.  And there are few people less complicated than myself and my motley group of emotional misfits.  We are a fine grouping to be sure, a fine mess of fine messes.  I wouldn’t have it any other way I suppose, it just wouldn’t be interesting otherwise.

Till Wednesday good people, you will forgive the cryptic musings of my all too filled mind.  Till next time may you all dream of Atom bombs and apple pies, of misfits and kings.

~J

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