A simple thought…

“Love is patient, love is kind, love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way, it is not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice in wrong doing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes in all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love always perseveres.”

~ Paul’s 1st letter to the Corinthians, 13:4-8

It is time. Time to let Love in.

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Many Happy Returns

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Could you spare me a few minutes, Time?

Spare you? Now why would I want to spare you?

Well, you see, with work, family and school obligations all crushing in upon me, this last week makes me feel as if I’ll never catch up. I’m collapsing under the weight of obligation.

So, you bit off more than you could chew, and this is somehow my fault?

Well, no. It’s just that I was hoping your could find it within your benevolence to help me out.

Ah. I see. Therein lies the problem. I am Time. I have no “benevolent” component. I only stroll through history as I see fit, in my own good fashion and cadence. No, much like your wife, I simply am what I am, and you either come to accept me, or not. The outcome matters not at all to me. Why don’t you see if Obligation will be willing to “lighten the load” a bit?

I did. He won’t. In fact, it was he who told me to come and talk with you.

Ha! He always was such a prick, that one. I suppose he got your hopes up as well?

Well…

Of course he did. He always does. Listen, the only way that you can get out from under this is to simply do the work that needs to be done. Stop complaining and simply achieve, task by task, until you’re all caught up.

But, these things I need to do are more important than mere “tasks.” The things I need to complete need to be done so correctly, versus simply done.

Again, not my problem. I can tell you one thing, you’ve wasted quite a bit more than the “few minutes” you originally asked me for, simply during this conversation. If I were you, I would re-prioritize yourself, as you’re only currently falling even farther behind while wasting your time looking for a way out.

So no help?

No.

Thanks for nothing.

You are very welcome indeed. If I give you an extra minute, you’ll want an extra hour. If I gave you even a few seconds more, you’d want additional minutes. You have the time you have – nothing more, nothing less – and just like all the rest, it’s up to you to make the best of it.

Now, move.

Briefly…

Listen, it’s my fault.

I mean, I chose the damned song, now didn’t I?

Regardless, I stand by my choice. There are about a bazillion and one different directions you could take, what with The Clash’s “Car Jamming” as your song prompt. It’s a beat-full, lyrically rich track to play off of, but I still found myself totally surprised that I ended up where I eventually did on this one.

Below is this week’s 100 Word Song. Hope you enjoy, and please, play along!

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He realized that any signs of kindness would be merely accidental.

Wondering why they were so constantly and brutally mean, he carefully dabbed a stubborn tear away, smudging smoky eyeliner in the process. Rifling the tissue to the desktop, he muttered “Dammit!” while inspecting the mishap.

It wasn’t enough that he was abused for being true to himself, he now looked like a weepy rank amateur to boot.

Lauren Bacall wouldn’t have let them get her down. Nana said he resembled her when he was dressed “that way,” maybe it was time that he started acting like her as well.

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This week’s song was chosen by Lance’s brother from another mother: “Car Jamming” by The Only Band That Matters.

For 3 Reasons…

This coming Sunday through Wednesday I will once again be dragging my feet (not to mention my solitary “if you can’t take it on your back, then don’t take it all” backpack) to Las Vegas, and I am telling you this for – as the post title implies – 3 reasons.

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• First off, if you should happen to be in the area at the same time, let’s grab a drink, shall we? Drop me a line if you’d like to meet the t behind the “t.”

• Secondly, should my near-future posts appear to be erratic and/or wholly absent, this trip is the reason why. No, I’ll not be dead yet. Or at least we’ll just assume that to be true, until such time as the week following comes round, and you still haven’t heard from me.

• Thirdly and most importantly, I’m telling you this sort of as a promise to NOT get all weepy like I did last year, and post an overly mopey and generally pissy rant about the people who populate, if only for awhile, this fair(ish) city. OK, well at least I will try very hard not to. What? I’m an emotional guy. I can’t always help it.

Now, those of you who know me well may very well believe that the song included today is actually a thinly veiled, “secret” reason #4 behind today’s post. And as always, those of you who know me well, would be absolutely correct in your beliefs. So let’s get crackin’!

• Oh, also, if any of you happen to know where is the best place to catch a good Drag Queen show out Vegas-way, I’d be forever grateful for your two cents!

Birthday Wishes

As much as I don’t quite understand them, I love my kids.

Let me step back for a minute, to explain that last comment. You see I don’t really feel as if I understand my kids, simply because they sometimes totally knock me off guard with the ideas floating about in their heads.

Take for instance my daughter. When I recently asked her what she wanted for her birthday, her response was that she hoped I wouldn’t mind “publishing” one of her poems on my blog.

Pretty awesome, right? I mean, don’t get me wrong – she also asked for the latest album from Of Monsters & Men – but I was somewhat taken aback that she would think enough of my endeavors, as to ask that hers could also be included.

Of course I said “no,” but I was just kidding. Cuz I’m a daddy douche like that.

Now, without further ado, and recreated as accurately from the source material as possible, here is what comes from the mind of my beautiful daughter when she puts pen to paper:

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• The World After I Am Gone •

Growing up.

A hard experience.

O   b  st  acl  e  s

at every turn.

The swiftly moving

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c  u
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in the     v              a               s               t

sky, reminder that

the days are

ending and starting

 again. Acting as a clock.

A red sun on the horizon

blazing in my

eyes, aging

me.

The future holds great

possibilities

if only

the minutes

wouldn’t

tick by

so fast.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It is my future.

I am older now.

The swiftly moving

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c  u 
 lo

Still reminding my

elderly body

that everyday and everybody

has a start

and a

finish.

Now it is

The world after I

am gone.

I am one with the sky and I watch the

aging people

look up at me,

the swiftly

moving

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c  u 
 lo

in the     v              a               s               t

sky, reminding

them that

their

futures

are

close

and

that

everyday

has

an

end.

And

a

new

beginning.

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Happy Birthday, darling

Endless Summer Of The Damned

The very moment I saw today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt picture, I was instantly reminded of one of my favorite albums from one of my favorite bands – “Swing The Heartache” by Bauhaus (to those of you not already “in the know'” click on the album title above in order to find out why).

As a result, I decided to do something Fictioneerary that I hadn’t done since around the time I was in the 8th grade, and I created a post using as many Bauhaus song titles as possible. These are italicized for your reference, and including the post title and accompanying song prompt, I was able to squeak 19 of them into today’s submission. As always, I hope you enjoy.

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copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

“Oh Harry, I’ll never make it. There’s no hope.”

“Yes you will, we need to catch up with the boys. It’s all we ever wanted, let’s move on.

“No, I’ll just stay here in this dive, m’dear.”

“No mother, you can’t. Remember, Satori’s directly behind us. It’s only a matter of time before he overcomes us with his poison pen.”

“But darling, I’ve no adrenalin, I feel like a muscle in plastic. I simply can’t move through these crowds.”

“You HAVE TO. It’s almost night time. We won’t be safe unless we’re in the flat field by then.”

“But… I don’t want to be safe anymore. Kingdom’s coming, and I’d rather be an exquisite corpse, than continue to live in fear of fear.”

Burning from the inside, her sudden assertion hit me like a kick in the eye.

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Side note: if you could, please visit my post from yesterday, as it pertains to a cause I feel very strongly about, and any support you could provide would be deeply appreciated. Now, here’s Peter, Daniel, Kevin and David – the unwitting baby daddies to Gothic rock, doing what they did best:

Spreading the cure…

I’m uncertain as to how many untold thousands, if not millions, have been spent on spreading the disease.

The disease of making us feel that, to be anything other than “exactly like everyone else” is somehow wrong. The disease of being suckered into the ideology that having physical strength, cash on-hand, good looks or even simple charisma, makes you somehow more valued – better – than others. The disease that mandates that in order for you to feel good about yourself, you must first make another feel bad about who they are. The God-damnable disease that has us believing that Life is merely some sort of popularity contest, and nothing more.

I’m uncertain as to how many dollars have been spent in the pursuit of honoring these archaic and regressive beliefs, but I am certain as to how much it costs to help in spreading the cure.

Just $25.00.

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You see, for $25.00 you can have a copy of “It Gets Better” sent to the school or local library of your choice (or they can pick one for you, should you have no preference). Aimed primarily at LGBT youth, and begun initially as a response to turn the tide on gay youth suicides that resulted from oppressive bullying, this book is a gathering of great minds, all of whom simply want to express to teens everywhere that life does, in fact, get better. My son received a copy this past Christmas, and I believe that it has helped him to understand that it’s OK to simply be yourself. And that it’s also OK to let the bullies angrily shake the ignorant cages of their own construct; as long as you don’t willingly join them in their prisons yourself.

True, a donation of this nature may be seen by some as a small step. But I feel it’s a step in the right direction. And to one who’s maybe never taken a step at all in this matter, it could prove to be a giant leap, for either themselves or for some fortunate recipient.

I know that I don’t normally like to use this site as a vehicle to push for particular causes, but I feel that this is important enough to break with the norm. I would appreciate it if you would click on the image above to learn more, and consider donating one or more of these copies to our youth. Lord knows I could’ve benefited from having a resource such as this when I was growing up, and I’m pretty sure that a lot of you could’ve as well.

Thanks for your time, kids. No music today, as I would prefer to end this instead, with one of my heroes advise to “really, anybody who’s being picked on.”

Oh what the hell, who’re we kidding?

Here’s today’s song as well. Another of my heroes, engaged in another, earlier anti-bullying effort of sorts…