A tawny force a’canting,
in a melancholy spire,
does cry and waver, ranting
among blackened souls afire.
The split and crackle churning,
always wrought by leavened hale,
attempts to quench the burning
in a mixed-up, sundry tale.
By sultry fates asunder,
those calamities do gaze
into most guarded plunder,
only whets desire to raze.
Waking chaos few survived,
glimmered through the murky none,
wetly splashed and yet deprived
of kismet forever done.
Well, there we have it. Barack Obama is the 44th President of the United States. For the most part, everyone I know views this as a preferable outcome. One, for whatever reason, perceives Obama as a “dangerous charlatan.” Now, I’m not going to appeal to authority here, but the man is a former professor of constitutional law, wrote two books clearly outlining his core beliefs, and only recently paid off his student loans.
Bob: Wow, I was beginning to think you’d fallen off teh intarwebs.
Shaun: Droll.
Bob: Well, I certainly thought so. What, nothing to say for the last over a month?
Shaun: …
Bob: I’ll take that as a no.
Shaun: Do you think this is healthy?
Bob: What? Talking to yourself, or being so apathetic you can’t even bring yourself to write about anything?
Shaun: There’s nothing to write! I played some video games, watched all of House… nothing exciting.
At precisely 11:16PM tonight, I’ll have persisted upon this world for a grand-total of three decades. To understand the true significance of this, I believe I should clarify.
I was born on September 18th, 1977 in Washington State, and since that day, life hasn’t taken kindly to my presence. Two months passed, and I went into congestive heart failure; not a heart-attack exactly, but hint enough I wasn’t meant to live.
It’s been a long week, and my vacation is finally over. Late Saturday night, early Sunday morning–either tell me it’s a weekend just like any other. I relaxed, I finally got the chance to enjoy Wicked, and I tooled around downtown gulping food I don’t deserve with a woman equally beyond my reach. I got drunk, I got sick, I had fun, and I’ve got little to show for it but some new rattles in my empty head.
