8.25.2004
It's all over now
If time permitted, I would be asking my European friend, who is on her way back to Luxembourg, how to overcome shyness. But, unfortunately, I'll have to spend my warm summer days indoors writing my frightening verses to her. Even if her dental work wasn't superb...I'd still be asking: if it wasn't love, then was it the bond that brought us together?
That made no sense to anyone...besides, maybe, the Luxembourger (you'll be missed greatly...) Damn. More friends leaving...
No real thoughts for today. There's only one that's been lingering in my mind since earlier tonight:
I murdered a squirrel.
I know...maybe it's no big deal....to you. But, I just can't get the guilt out of me. I did my best in avoiding it as it kamakazied itself into the rush-hour traffic of North Lamar...I swerved and braked as much as possible without causing an accident...I swear!
But, alas, the poor guy still met his demise underneath the front right tire of my truck. The guilt ran through me immediately..."Who the fuck do you think you are driving this behemoth killing machine? Is your life really so much more significant that its convenience overpowers the right to life of another living being?"...I simutaneosly felt the judgmental eyes of the cars that were behind me and to the side of me. I know they saw it. They witnessed the unnecessary carnage that occurred. They glared at me...I experienced their disgust.
I know I'll have to live with what I've done for the rest of my life....If I am able to provide a token of my respect to the memory of the small semi-lovable rodent, I would certainly be willing to perform my rendition of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" at his service...
That made no sense to anyone...besides, maybe, the Luxembourger (you'll be missed greatly...) Damn. More friends leaving...
No real thoughts for today. There's only one that's been lingering in my mind since earlier tonight:
I murdered a squirrel.
I know...maybe it's no big deal....to you. But, I just can't get the guilt out of me. I did my best in avoiding it as it kamakazied itself into the rush-hour traffic of North Lamar...I swerved and braked as much as possible without causing an accident...I swear!
But, alas, the poor guy still met his demise underneath the front right tire of my truck. The guilt ran through me immediately..."Who the fuck do you think you are driving this behemoth killing machine? Is your life really so much more significant that its convenience overpowers the right to life of another living being?"...I simutaneosly felt the judgmental eyes of the cars that were behind me and to the side of me. I know they saw it. They witnessed the unnecessary carnage that occurred. They glared at me...I experienced their disgust.
I know I'll have to live with what I've done for the rest of my life....If I am able to provide a token of my respect to the memory of the small semi-lovable rodent, I would certainly be willing to perform my rendition of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" at his service...
