Today, I was awakened by a most affectionate Gideon, twisting all around me, spinning and letting flames circle me, while "Angel" by Massive Attack blared from the soundspeakers.
Far much better than the crappy "happy birthday to you," that we generally get.
"Happy name day, master!" Yes, thank you my dragon, my brother, my...self. Thanks Gideon.
That's it. Today's the day I'm officially 37, even though I've been saying I'm 37 since March, or so. I'd like to tell the people my true age. Now I'm running towards 38. Fuck, here comes the dreaded fourty. Three more years. I'll be a middle aged curmudgeon, installed in his tower.
Though, it's a sad day also, a day in which you realize you no longer have a friend amongst the ones I've got. Well, you can't just win everything. There has to be a little bit of sour to taste the sweet...and believe me, I've been drowning in the sour, now I just want some sweet in my life.
Well, since I'm almost happy enough to finally declare void the promise made to end my days before the year ends, that's happy enough for me.
That's as happy as I'm gonna get today...since I can't just ride Gideon away, to the far south reaches of the country, where I'd visit My Southern Angel. Can't be done, my darling, sorry.
As far as name days go, mine's pretty decent, even though I was sore enough not to exercise this morning. Shit, we always forgetthat even our bodies have their limits, specially an ancient one, like mine.
And, as far as name day's wishes go, mine's quite simple: I just desire another Monster in my life, just like me, to share the dusty attic, and the dusty happiness. The dizzy, distorted guitars, the "Beggar's Gym", the all-in-one bathroom, kitchen sink and formerly a bath.
For today's soundtrack, I'd recommend myself this track, which I really need to follow through them lyrics...
And for the one I haven't met yet, I dedicate this track. The lyrics said it all. I really hope someday I'll have a proper destinatary for such a song...
Well, happy 17th of September to everyone else. I'll be here, in my "I'm paid to workout" gym. Trying to beat yesterdays record of crunches. Wheeee...
And by night, I just desire my Tower, my sunshine, my ladies, my pedals, my gym, my Gideon, which is still spinning around me, twirling in a circle of magical fire. "Happy name day!"
Happy name day to you, Buriol. Get even better, day by day, year by year. Survive.
Learn to live.
Learn to give.
Learn to love,
learn to touch,
learn to read
the people's stares
the people's eyes,
they could mean
the world to you.
To you.
Happy name day. And be alive another year, to pester them. To fester them. To shame 'em.
Happy name day, Buriol.
Believe it or not, it's the first one I'm actually kinda happy...in a very long time.
So, a big thank you to Mr Millionaire and his miracle worker. It DID work. And that's just the beggining of treatment. So, it could get even better!
Quite a good name day, indeed. Believe me.
Believe it or not, it's the first one I'm actually kinda happy...in a very long time.
So, a big thank you to Mr Millionaire and his miracle worker. It DID work. And that's just the beggining of treatment. So, it could get even better!
Quite a good name day, indeed. Believe me.
