Jimmy The Saint's World Of Rant

Wednesday, March 23, 2005:

ALL THE WATER IN THE WORLD CAN'T FILL A BUCKET WITH A HOLE

In marked contrast to my last entry, these are the only words which make sense right now.

"Goodnight my love
Remember me as you fall to sleep
Fill your pockets with the dust and the memories
That rises from the shoes on my feet

I won't be back here
Though we may meet again

I know it's dark outside
Don't be afraid
Everytime I ever cried from fear
Was just a mistake that I made
Wash yourself in your tears
And build your church
On the strength of your faith

Please
Listen to me
Don't let go
Don't let this desperate moonlight leave me
With your empty pillow
Promise me the sun will rise again

I am too tired now
Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep
My head is empty
My toes are warm
I am safe from harm..."
- Slint
James // 5:18 AM

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005:

THERE'S A LOT TO BE DONE WHILE YOUR HEAD IS STILL YOUNG

Sometimes, the best solutions to life's problems are also the easiest. This became particularly apparent to me last night when I met up with my old mucker and fellow Weezer obsessive Kate Shaw.

Kate, like myself, is making sense of the world following a suck-ass split from her partner of several years. Does she mope? Does she sulk? Does she write bad poetry? Heck no. She puts her chin up and lives by the following credo, whose zen simplicity punched through several layers of dull, rusty melancholy in my head...

"It'll turn out alright. These things usually do."

Fuck! Can it really be that simple? Probably. While I'm waiting for the world to right itself and I have bike rides, Mastodon, The Go! Team, a trip to Reading and Resident Evil 4 to ease the pain. How nice.
James // 5:38 AM

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