A house divided against itself, cannot stand. The current President seems determined to throw-away almost 250 years of sweat, tears and blood to test that theory.
Going to this "well" one more time to avoid the news. I soooooo much enjoy shopping for clothes. What do my fashion choices say about me? They say I am f*ing colorblind.
I've done weeklies for articles or comics, but never a daily - so HBM was a personal 90-day challenge. The world is "so 2020" right now and it's time to wonder, what's the point? Wherever that tent is - hopefully a big pillow fort with WiFi - it looks cozy. The end?
I was raised by extroverts, but genetics made me an introvert. No matter how adequately developed my interpersonal communication skills appear to be - the antisocial demons inside of me want out.
My prediction for today's "rally". Assuming there isn't a mysterious gremlin that instigates a last minute cancellation. Or it's too cold. Or too windy. Or too wet. Or too sunny. Or too warm. Or, or, or ...
{A} Yep. I am running out of energy and just phoning it in now - like him. I should be a little more agitated considering the world - or at least America - may come to an end next week.
(b) "There's a red moon rising, on the Cuyahoga River, rolling into Cleveland to the lake ... where, you've got a friend in me." An option for the NFL draft, I didn't think I'd use it for the, um, team-to-be-formerly-known as the Indians.
I don't know what my breaking point is - because I have NEVER let anyone push enough buttons to find out. I'm not sure what that means, but it must mean something. Oh. Sorry! Cat overlords? I prefer minced - not pâté. Thanks!
My life would be bad enough just recalling my dreams when I wake up. But no. It has to be SO much worse. My most emotional dreams make it to long term memory. Where I get to replay them over and over as ... daymares.
An experience few will ever understand. When it's good - it's very good. But when it's bad - it's very, very bad. Distractions are the key to longevity. As I have seen many go down dark alleys ... never to return.
Christmastime in Painesville by Slack Jaw. 1995. Newly single. Driving I-90W to work, it came on the radio passing under the exit 185 ... signs. West to Cleveland? East to Painesville? I laughed. As I healed. From? Scissors.
I'm in a weird mood. So. I originally used the word "chase" - but going with my gut. For humor. Or I think it is. Who knows? Maybe it's a cry for help. That leaked out. Met an iceberg. Froze. And sank. PS. Yes, I mixed poles.
All-Star Sunday! Welcome to Cleveland, care of the Euclid Beach Band! Lucky break. Blizzardwise. But. One cannot speak of the city of my birth. And its horrific sports history. Without bawling over ... curses.
I’ve been a mess since the day I was born. Twenty years too late? Or too early? The polar opposites in my personality cause me to swing between extremes. In a different generation? I would’ve been grounded with a purpose.
We spend the first half of life being taught. But. Few dedicate the second half to learning. Why? Because we become children blanketed in false wisdom. And? It is discomforting to awake in darkness realizing we know nothing.
Tom Hanks got his start in Cleveland. At the Great Lakes Theater. And. He dropped out of college … to do what he does. Hence the Woody quote. The title? A Michael Stanley Band song.
Did I make a continuity error? Maybe. So. A “very” interesting music video? Based on a movie that is haunting me. Anyway. It was weird growing-up near Cleveland. And. Hearing the voices on the radio … in real life.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. For May 4th. I had visited the campus for events. But. It wasn’t until I was dating a Kent State student. And. Really spent time there. Walking that same ground. Are these times … returning?
Continuing this thread. Everything. Everyone. Related. Someway. Somehow. My mother spent her childhood summers on the family farm in the Akron area. In the house where her catatonic grandmother “rocked” in her chair.
Acoustic or Nils Lofgren solo? It’s weird to hear audiences in London, Dublin, Perth sing these words. When the mines went bust, my grandfather and his brothers left for the mills – Gary, Cleveland, Youngstown. Until …