Life

Little is better then t enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate while watching the drifting snow settle.
It snowed this morning - is still snowing now.
When I awoke i could think in only bitter, groggy curses and oaths
After class i was handed a cup by a kindly older woman.
As i sat on the front bumper of my car I stole sips from the aromatic beaverage
and reflected on how some of the best wisdom is learned through experience.

thanks

I Hate my Job

Of my newest line of employment the world should know. I think I posted a note about Ge-angelo's newest hireling (me). No? Nevertheless, I hate working there. I dislike it so much. I wonder: did i ever feel the same about Monica's during my first week of employment? I don't know. If so, how long until her faults and flaws and failing dissolve from frustration to fun? 

Perhaps, for Ge-angelo's, never. I don't like my boss. I've not truly met my co-workers. Ah, it is all coming back like a rancid beef burrito from the nite before. (it's up-chuck) These are the same ambiguous feeling i held about Monica's years ago. And there the similarities end.

A consultation: a full bottle of Landlubber Rum (thank you, IRS for not begrudging me the mere 2,000 some odd dollars i made in 2009 and returning me cash monies (buy US saving Bonds)). the weight of a full 750 ml feels good in my palm. And I reflect on the congruence between me and it. As it empties and I fill. And more and more does it reflect me and I it.

I'm Back, baby!

like the breeze-gales of summer, I've returned with startling quickness.

it's not beauty, but pain - serenity - that drives our world. Ads a writer, how can i communicate the heart-wrenching truth? when i can't even say my name without pause?

this (among others) are the question(s) that turn, turn, restlessly in my mind.

the problem i see before me, now:
drinking helps me sleep.
the booze helps me speak
but it slowly kills,
kills so slow.
what do i do now?

i wish i could say,
but for now,
i'm young
resistant
and vivid

-marcus

instead of an entry

instead of an origanal peice, as i've done before, i tought a bonus post for ya'll faithful was needed.
an insperation, i suppose: a representation of life done by stephan pastle.

also:



-marcus