The Moose Is Loose

The Moose Is Loose

Friday, August 6, 2010

Las noches son muy largas

My level of anger grows and grows.  The screeching, shrieking noise that reverberates inside my cranium, from lobe to lobe.  Anger is there because I have so many things that I want to do, my energy level and my desire to do something positive with my life, something good, something fun is so strong.  I am alive because I am not dead, much of the time.  If the ringing were something tangible I would beat it until dead, very very dead.  What can I do?  Everything in the world is noisy, I mean every activity.  I am very weary.

There is no rest for the wicked and the righteous don't need any.  It is obvious where I fit in.  I must not need any.

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