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Reality? Whose Reality? Ive been back from Jamaica for about two weeks now and its been really hard trying to get back into the swing of things, otherwise known as participating in the insanity that we call modern life in America. Lets just say that in Jamaica I finally saw the light. I also saw the ocean, and the beach, and the palm trees, and it was good. Lord Almighty was it good. Yes Virginia, there is another way to live, and its got me thinking that it would sure be nice to one day embark on a permanent vacation in a beautiful tropical location somewhere. Cash it all in and flee to a place where reality is based on things that are actually real instead of artificial, man-made, marketing-driven garbage. But while I daydream about living in my own little slice of paradise (insert momentary pause for pleasant thoughts here OK, Im a bit better now), the newspaper continues to land on my doorstep each and every day, bringing with it stories of the sad and pathetic escapades of those who are supposed to be running the country for the good of the people, but who continually fail to do so. And so I sit down at the keyboard, and I type Read more. Time Out! |
Onward Into The Abyss Oh but for more time, the time to write, the time spill the contents of my tortured brain onto the glowing phosphorous (or liquid crystal) displays of those who would be so brave (or foolish, as the case may be) to gaze upon my disjointed ravings. But given the burden that I carry, with the time that it demands, I am left to steal away precious few moments when I can type away in solitude, a lone soul hammering away at the keys in the dark of night, raging against the machine, and wondering, does it make any difference at all? Does anything we do make any real difference, in the bigger picture, at all? Read more, if you dare. Peeping Dick,
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