They're playing The Police at Starbucks. That's my soul up there. I have to admit that I'm a sucker for Gordon Sumner's wailing voice and the mystical overtones of the lyrics. That's my soul up there. It reminds me of high school, which I loved and hated. That's my soul up there.
Enough of that. I'll always be king of pain.
Enough.
The rain will not stop. It keeps falling and falling and falling. We're all underwater here in North Texas. I'm typing this underwater. My SCUBA is almost empty. I'm not long for this world, I fear. I have to admit, I never thought the end would come for me buried by rain. Most of my life has been hot and dry. I always thought I would collapse, parched, into the dust. I always thought I would dry up and blow away. Here I am, though, typing my dying words with pruny fingers. I cry my pleas for help up to the gods in the sky, but only the sea goddess hears them way down here in the depths, and she just laughs at me. If I worshipped her she would probably spare my life and cast me up onto the dry land to the north, but she can go to hell. I'd rather die in Texas than live in Oklahoma.
I should point out at this point that I have nothing against Oklahoma. I just thought that the preceding was a clever turn of phrase. Don't you agree? No? Oh, okay. Sorry.
Now they're playing The Beach Boys. The Beach Boys have a totally different sensibility than The Police. I don't relate as well. That's not my soul up there.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
