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Just another day 2001-09-08 - 12:12 p.m. 
The midwestlands of America gave rise to sweltering heat a few days ago. Clouds billow overhead like badly scaulded milk, puffing into riggid plumes of sheet metal. Light comes slowly, obscured to offer a shadow of itself. There is a wind blowing, but no respite from the ethereal sweater drapped across my head and shoulders. I should be in Louisiana, tonguing on some obscurely pretensious piece of alcohol, a Jack Daniel's ice cube rolling around while working over conversant debutantes as a chaser. What a chase, indeed. I wonder if every saturday has ever been like this, a day that has no form or pulse to it. This is some semblance of a day, but it doesn't deserve that name; haze makes for sickly looking sunlight. The night will take it away to be remade. The fault of some tinkerer will be mended and cast aside. I toy with it now out of amusement, prodding it with skepticism to see if it has any more tricks. Play time is over for now, I think. . . "There's a smile on my face; For everyone, It's a golden coin, That reflects the sun, There's a lonely place, That's always cold, There's a place in the stars, For when you get old" -Oingo Bongo, "Just Another Day" |
