Change is on the wind, you see. I can smell it in the rain. I have friends, not prophets, predicting the end of the world. The OIL will be the end of us, they say. Ironic if so since it is LITERALLy the END for all creatures... liquid creation. LIQUID devastation.
I feel a story brewing, working it's way up from the core through the cracks of consciousness. I feel it. Can you feel it? It's in the music. It's on the TV. I want to dance like we did in 1999 to Prince at the club (what was the name of that club???) with my best CuZiN & best friend, dance like you are free and young and there is no tomorrow. Just the end of the world (as you know it). I guess everyday is like that, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes - it feels like a clock turning endlessly endlessly on the dial. The same numbers, the same cadence. Just the Same Same Same.
And all I want is Change.
$$$Prosperity GAME - $729,000 - Day 6$$$
A house A house A house!
This may seem like a lot of money for a house but not in the lovely neighborhood that I live and rent in - Alamo Heights in San Antonio. This will probably afford me a nice modest 3-bedroom house. I want a garden full of veggies and herbs and berries. I want a pretty yard my little ChiWA can run around in. And I want a Pool so I can swim every morning in the moist air. I want, at last, a place to call my own. I've been moving around my entire life... not living in one place for more than a few years at a time. If I add it up.. wait.. let me do the math.. I've lived in.. shit.. I can't even remember but I've stopped somewhere around 20.
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