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Aw shit, just go out and antagonize a blockhead. It'll make you feel better!
It sometimes takes me an awfully long time to get my brain my mouth and the fingers, rat-a-tap tapping at this keyboard like a drunken hermanphrodite's ill fitting dentures, to agree with each other. Well, maybe agree isn't the exact word I'm looking for. Continuity sums it up better. Different parts of me seem to run at various speeds; a revolt against the timekeeping conspiracy that was wrested from the Swiss in a hostile takeover by a Japanese consortium in the mid-seventies. a random determination of lunar, martian and bio-degradable calenders all vying for dominance of my breakfast schedule.
I guess that I scared off some of the more straight laced people who aren't coming here looking for lesbians or David Hasselhoff Yeah, I dare you to click the link. You know what happened last time.
Where the hell is my guitar? Oh, here it is, good. I have started to become accustomed to typing with a guitar on my lap. It's not as much fun as a six foot tall Swedish model, but she doesn't slap my hands away when I get all touchy.
Been thinking about promises. Been thinking 'bout a lot of shit, but giving your word to someone seems to be at the top of the list these days. That's because I agreed to something and now I don't know how happy I am doing what I said I would do. I detest people who break their word and I have always voiced my opinion and peppered people who ran away from their responsibility with caustic remarks. No, not over little things like not being late for a Sunday brunch and a Little hangover helper or returning that damned Best of Polish Beer Drinking Polkas CD you borrowed four months ago, but things that need a handshake or the kiss of Don Coreleone's pinky ring.
Of what value is a vow? How do you measure the price of a promise? Does obligation outweigh happines? Honor over freedom? These are just some of the wheels spinning around in my head while my body is preoccupied with attacking the wild vegetation around my home, my in-laws house and the farm fields .
Misplaced Note: After reading the comments (thank you all very much.) I re-read this post and I can understand how one might have been mistakenly led to believe that I was talking about marriage (possibly mine) when in trality I was thinking about all kings of agreements; from spitting on your palm and shaking hands as a kid to signing that million dollar contract that floats around somewhere between Avarice Station and Lala-Land.
Keep your promises or don't make 'em at all.