Three weeks, nothing to do

Well here I go, I have three weeks with nothing on the cards but a bunch of sposed ta's and could-go-to's. My nuclear will be gone for the coming couple, which leaves me alone in the big house in Plymouth. I wish I had a bit of mischief left in me, but it looks like I got to go find it, shouldn't be too hard.

Mono-meanin-of-life

I have it! I mean, I had it- in my hands, in a manner of speaking, like in a box or something, y'know confined, like I knew where to find it and it now it's gone. I wish I could start to explain it, but I really wouldn't do it justice, there are no words to or not enough words. I'm telling you because I have to tell someone, even if there is not very much to tell. I want you to be happy for me, that I had it, because now it is with me, everywhere I go. You know, that's what's strange, I don't feel a difference. Like maybe I'm more confident because I know what it is, and I know it can be had, that I'm good enough to have it, but really I'm the same as before to anyone who sees me. I like to think that it is apparent, but just look at the way you reacted or, I mean, the lack there of. There is no difference, and nothing can hold a candle to it, true love, fame, wealth, whatever, so I am satisfied to know that it exists and that I will never be without that knowledge.

Politics

Politics is not just for those who are politicians. We live lives inside of politics everyday, it is the rhetoric of emotions and the jargon of convention. I am appaulled that innocent people are being taken advantage of and I do not know how other people can be okay with it. The equifiers of "I've got to feed my family," or "If I didn't, someone else would," are two of the most disgusting phrases in the English language. And yet, I too live inside of these walls, walls that someone else created. Why? Because I am not tall enough to see above them. But I will give someone else a boost, I will stand on the shoulder that is offered. I hope.

Manolag- "Need a Job?"
Interior of a diner in the midwest.
Hi there, how are you? Yeah, me too brother, me too. What's that you're eatin? Pot pie? S'cuse me miss, can I get one of those pot pies? Thank you. Hey brother, I'm not bugging you, am I? I'm no weirdo, I'm just passin through your town, and I like to see what the locals eat and treat myself to a little hospitality. You see, I'm on the road too much, been on the road near all my life. It's my job, ya see, keeps me moving, always have to meet new people, meanin I always got to be in new places. You travel much? No? Well, it's not all it seems like. I mean, it feels like your doing something, like me always recruitin new people for our mission, keepin the company growin, and that makes you feel important. But in reality, it's the same job as any other. What'd you do? Laid off from the salt mine? Yeah, I hear you. I actually used to work for company a mining company too, til they laid eveybody off. Ain't that a strange feelin to know that you can give your best years to somewhere and they can just pack up and leave ya, like you was a part or something? Now, I'm travelling for a different company, contractor and I'm glad I found em. What'd you do? You drive trucks? Well, this company, were always looking for drivers, why don't I give you my card. We could have you makin double what you made in the mines in no time, and you'd be haulin again too, just overseas is all.