No Mr. Ritchie, No Dancing Sir...
Posted by The Author , Sunday, May 30, 2010 2:53 AM
A quote from one of my favorite movies mentions the smell of napalm and it's allegory in freedom...
"I love the smell of napalm in the morning... It smell's like freedom..."
(Yeah, no sh!t, that's really Robert Duvall...)
A true poet's soul would urge me to ascribe the same feral feeling to the pen or at least the pencil. If you know me I am truly torn between the pen and sword. Fact is, I think you should fight with one and write with the other... Obvious? Sure... just make sure you know what hand holds each... Scribbling on your enemy is not all that effective...
"You want the last word son? Napalm still smells good... now get me another cup 'o Joe..."
Okay... Bob Duvall 2, me, well... none. But I would like to tell you about a better quote... and why it is important to me...
Yeah, that's Bono... this means what I have to say is serious...
Am I bugging ya? I don't mean to bug ya...
I quote my Rosie...
"Mom.... ceilings must feel pretty lonely since no one watches them..."
My daughter had no idea that I had recently mentioned how 'I watched the ceiling' to describe my insomnia...
'Tis a simple thought... but she thought of my friend... the ceiling.
Surrounded by non-sequiters like that, I just have to keep writing...
Ok Edge... play the blues...
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