Losing My Way

Nothing to say today but I say it anyway. S/ill doing time for my crimes but no reason needed for the rhymes. Just a scream to end the dream but is it ever how it seems? No one to kiss and share the bliss of my abysmal ignorance. Hey Lord what do ya say? I am waiting to hear from you today. Nothing? Tha/'s so deep. Makes me glad to awaken from my sleep.

It's time I write a novel. Of course it will deal with great great moral dilemmas which have troubled humanity since the invention of agriculture, as well as being full of action and romance. The introduction will be by Allah J. Yahweh Himself, which definitely a good beginning. All conventions of genre will be rigidly followed until it cracks open and spills into the cultural zeitgeist like the great Molasses Spill back in Boston about 108 years ago, and feathers strewn about so all Who Read It Shall Have Wings! I aim for something like Ulysses with real blooshed, looser plotting and a bigger role for the cat. This is my Christmas present to myself and the world. That's bound to make all of society lament my pitiable fate.

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."