Bleh. Too much stuff to do ... to friggin' little time. Dang. Had my scehdule today put through the blender too ... was supposed to have had one of the Eschaton authors drop by this morning to pick up a case of his books ... but he didn't show ... finally got a hold of him about 1pm and found that the traffic was so bad coming in to Chicago (it's Blues Fest weekend PLUS a 3-day Cubs/Sox series) that he gave up. Then I find that the Board meeting of the Libertarian Party of Chicago got called off for tonight, necessitating my having to do a HUGE e-mail to everybody so that they can sign off on the fund-raiser before the next regular meeting on Tuesday. So, I need to go get books from storage this afternoon and the get Daughter #1 to go to her Dojo class. I have 2 hours. BLEH!
LOST WITHOUT A PLACE
in-between days where nothing synchs nothing meshes we float without friction no point of contact to drive to motion these intents these phantom plans
dread and hope fear and dreams we can not structure the way this flows we can not steer the course between the storms which toss us and the stars that lead
we stand at edges where the world goes dim where hazes hover and indistinction swallows all that venture in we chart no vector we frame no scheme save for survival
and, how to be? how to continue when days grow dire and nights are fevered fits? we lose all hope in real-world good for all is failure within its realm
deep the sense that all is lost that we are strapped onto a ride which tortures and then kills and that we are only here to bear the brunt of these abuses
