Losing My Way

I am watching Godfather 2 as I begin this diatribe. It is what made me think of how horrible sequels are. Godfather 2 is well made, but when the action moves to Cuba, that is where it fails completely. The original Godfather was a classic, and its creators should've been satisfied in making a movie perfect in every detail. Instead, they decided to cash in, and though they made a very good movie, it displayed all the flaws usually found in sequels: more of the same, new characters who don't measure up (I'm thinking of you Fredo) and situations that don't make sense. The violence in The Godfather has great impact, because it's Shakespearean in its use. The sequel has more violence and is erratic, even silly.. Of course, as sequels go GF2 is not entirely bad, not like Jurassic Park movies, which deserve an MST3000 treatment, because they are as bad as the movies shown on the Satellite Of Love. In fact, Jurassic Park sequels are worse than Gamera movies. At least on...

Doggy got left behind/ he can't understand why/ it's too much for his little mind/ no matter how hard he tries/ 4x>no matter how hard he tries/// Doggy's always been there for you/ where you went doggy went too/ picked you up when you were blue/ now doggy don't know what to do/ 4x>Doggy don't know what to do/// Doggy feels so very sad/ that you treat a good doggy bad/ but he can't get mad/ if you come back then he'll be glad/ 4x>just come back & he'll be glad/// No matter what doggy will be there/ he's not going anywhere/ so let all the people stare/ Doggy's gotta know that you still care/ 4x>let him know that you still care/////// (repeat 2nd verse) good doggy

I write this as a service to humanity. It must be translated into every language on Earth, plus a couple from the planet orbiting Sirius, where the Dogon came from, and every child, of all ages, should read it, at gunpoint if necessary. Perhaps an audio book, though I can't imagine who would the perfect narrator, aside from a few dead actors who don't talk much anymore.

Using his hellish power. Satan. looked through what I had written so far. His curls fluttered as he shook his head. 'Not very promising so far,' he said with a sigh. 'You're just saying that,' I muttered. Feigning shock, he said, 'Would I lie to you?' I started laughing. Damn, this was Satan; of course he'd lie, maybe not right away, but when the lie could be believed, it would be told. I found that funny, so funny my sides began to ache. Satan rolled his eyes as he watched me.

"It has come to my attention that you are planning to write a novel without me in it," Satan said to me while we both shopping at a dollar store. "Yes, that's right," I told him. "So what?" "Well, it seems to me that by writing in your book that I won't be in the book that you have put me in the book." I grabbed some chocolate covered mint cookies and placed them in my cart. "I hadn't thought of that, but just mentioning you doesn't make you part of the story," I argued. His eyes burned red as he sneered. "My friend, it most certainly does. So I suggest you let me defower some nuns, or have a Cardinal give me head."

Years passed after that tiny truth was uttered and I became a man, of no great importance but a lure for troubled souls. This tale concerns a few I met along my way. All good people lost in the eddies of the river of time, trying to get back into the flow of life. I believe they found me when I was stuck on a sandbar and nudged me back into the current. So will it be a happy tale? I hope so. All these great authors and others usually entertain me but they are so mean. That Dostoevsky fellow isn't happy unless there's murders and suicides and constant suffering, and what he did to that nice Prince Myshkin was so cruel. Why couldn't The Idiot have ended with the prince becoming a private eye in Moscow? Instead...I shudder to think about it. Read the book and be horribly depressed that an author could be so mean to such a nice guy. God, I hope nothing like that happens in my story, but I digress.