Wednesday, October 15, 2008

"ode to the north american snake oil distributor"


on this the day of my purchasing the just-released yesterday album from my favorite active (again) band, i am choosing to let HACAM breathe for just a little bit longer.

we (and by "we", i mean i) are all going to take a step away from what has become our (and by "our", i mean my) daily obsession with checking this site to see what person has flailed themself into our world.

i am going to take a few days and evaluate in what direction HACAM will now stroll. i am going to dust off the keypad sometime over the weekend and see where my fingers take me. hopefully to oz and not to huffman.

it wasn't fair to her. no, it wasn't. she's been manipulated. violated. truncated. and suffocated. but she breathes still. her heart knows her way. she just can't stand the thought of being alone.

once we come back into the open, the new and improved version of her will be as feisty as ever. pointed as always. and cautious of no human thing. she is a snake that waits in the grass, wanting... no, needing to strike at a moments notice.

but she loves.

and she loves music. dillinger four she will have as her date tonight. d4 will dress her up nicely. wine. dine. who knows what may happen when the door closes.

here's looking at you, "kid". the one in the corner with the paintbrush and the funny look on your face. here's looking at you, indeed. just go ahead and step this way. the paint's feelings won't be hurt. the footprints will add to your story.

i see your quotation marks. i raise you a comma and an exclamation point.

let's look at the facts, jack. you too, queen. the king is waiting.

play me a merry-go-round, mister.

if you were johnny-five, wouldn't your feelings be hurt too? of course they would.

check it out, dude. daddy's lost his mind.

no, he hasn't.

are you sure?

yes, he thinks he's clever, but he's really just stupid.

what do you mean?

he's blowing smoke. it's a cloud. a diversion. something to take away your attention from the 500 lb. gorilla behind you.

there's a gorilla behind me?

yep.

well, hopefully he's nice.

word.

1 comment:

donnag said...

Looks like you've left everyone speechless. :)