Paul Simon @ MindSay

On all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder
I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn't hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall...

Here I am in the capital of my state, not my mental state or even my physical state of being, but rather the capital of the region of my country that is known as a state. And so here I sit after eating some of the local food and my belly is full and I feel rather bloated about the entire foodfest. And still here I sit flashing back to my days amongst the vampires as I watch the vampires flashing across the big screen in front of my eyes. The vampires that are immortal, saved, archived forever in some giant database of all things from that time. Immortal, yet they were all too human as they lived out their lives in some grand play, and there I was amongst them - at times more of a vampire than the rest, and at times far too human to survive in their midst...

And there was the cult - the religious order that would sweep out amongst the vampires, sucking some in with its intensity, its excitement, its firm hold on the world of man. Much of it has come and gone, much like a rocket that burns brightly as it reaches toward the Heaven, explodes in all its glory, and the embers float gently to earth and are one by one extinguish but a few. And these few continue to smolder waiting for a gentle breeze to reignite the flames religious fervor...

As I sit here remembering the past in a land far from home knowing that I can never again go back to what once was. The past is gone forever and will never return. Nothing can go back to what it was, everything changes, nothing remains the same, and this is the only truism of this existence - life is a one-way street that leads to a dead-end...

And so I sit here in this strange town so far from home thinking about the past whilst I move further from it. I sit here ponder the fact that I have been flashing back to my days amongst the vampires whilst hold the remote for the television that has a flashback button upon it. I have never held a remote that allows one to flashback with the pressing of a single button. Interesting is this strange land with its strange devices...

And such is a single day in my life far from home...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...

hot chestnuts are on the fritz. so is one of our vehicles. And I can't find a train schedule. And I worked in the kitchen of a small pizzeria until midnight. So . . . we'll just see how this goes . . . *YAWN*

thanks for letting me tag along today, brian:) that was fun. hope you get your paper done on time! *wonders if she could teach the trojan thumb war game to anyone*

hamish! thank you for the ride! you are a godsend. Your boss had better give you a half-day on Sunday . . . *crosses fingers*

to others, who Know Who They Are, thanks muchly for singing to Paul Simon at the top of your lungs:D That was great . . .

finals are over, guys. they are over and done with. now I'm going to sleep.

*smiles drowsily and somewhat lopsidedly*

this is a song i love. tho not a camp song. interperet to your own desire.

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The Mississippi delta
Was shining like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway through the cradle of the Civil War

{Refrain}
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland

My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received in Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead

And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

{Refrain}
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland

And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received in Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Whoa, so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland

And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow

In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see Graceland

And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received in Graceland

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, in Graceland, in Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland