I feel peace.

Take a drive, watch Wizard of Oz.

Dorothy:
No, Aunt Em, this was a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn't very nice - but most of it was beautiful.
But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, 'I want to go home!' And they sent me home.
Doesn't anybody believe me?
Uncle Henry:
Of course we believe you, Dorothy.
Dorothy:
Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home! Home! And this is my room - and you're all here!
And I'm not going to leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all!
And - Oh, Auntie Em, there's no place like home!!

Both sides of the mirror

I meet many old men who's brains are mostly gone from drugs and alcohol. They say stuff about how they used to be in a band and how they were amazing. I always shake my head and think they're full of it. Somehow.

Then I look at some of the bands I've been seeing lately. Little bands who we all know will never make it anywhere. The lead singer is in his thirties and starting to lose him brain from drugs and alcohol. And every night he gets up on a stage with these songs that he adores. He will throw his voice and break guitar strings and waste money for years and his music will never do anymore than satisfy him at the moment. It's the thing keeping him alive for a while. and then at some point he'll give up at trying to make it a career. And he becomes that creepy has-been at shows
that gets drunk talking about what he did when he was young.


Last night I saw someone who I know will be just that way. His songs are now entirely sad to me.

VIVA LA REFILL

McDonalds today refused us a refill on our drinks.  We all became increasingly parched after our meals and were un-happy.  And because happiness is the main emotion that McDonalds is supposed to evoke, (I know this via television: commercials.) the result was sadness and anger (towards McDonals)

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Have you ever been lucky enough to have been dragged at a great speed underwater? (best done by a boat and rope.)


Closest thing to flying. . . well, safely.