It Shook And Shuttered Like Murder By Death

Cascading around the simple trim, live on the concrete verve, did the neon green whip spin; destroying all things green... destroying all in its path.I am not fond of the whacking of weeds. As a fact of the matter, lawning with a mower does not particularly give me pleasure by any means either.It was early and I couldn't sleep, so I decided to wake up the miniature crew and take aim at correcting the 36 inch plus front "lawn". I like how it's surrounded by a concrete sea - quite the opposite of its previous ancestral nature.After four hours of complete idiocy... that which involved trimming, mowing, edging, and everything else considered "proper" in a suburban neighborhood front yard, I unplugged myself from the grid and peeled by blistered hands off the rake. It was then I thought of the song, "Theme (For Ennio Morricone) " by Murder By Death. Great song... bad timing.My friend Jeff Stewart has a blown lifter on his Mazda. You should read his books if you like reading about American depravity and hamburger sex metaphors. His newest book, "Dead Birds Hot", is an amazing read.No girlfriend for almost two years now. When does discipline encroach upon depravity? When does loneliness encroach on serene solitude? The temperance of man is established by self reflection and the foreshadowing of wanton peace for a future relationship.My stories are good company. They make Mark shake and shutter. My book will be ready for press soon.The rough cut of Persephone is complete and I am now diligently going through each shot and taking background plate notes for future photographic expeditions. This coming weekend looks promising by means of sunlight and decent temperatures. I endeavor to visit my favorite town in the hills, Vernonia, and begin photographing more of Persephone's required assets. This would have been worked on earlier but Nike had a hold on me.There is no complaint of Nike holding me - for they treat me well and pay me proper coin. Other news: Clothes washer blew up in garage. Bought three new books, "A Farewell to Arms" by Hemingway, "Flow My Tears The Policeman Said" by Philip K. Dick, and "The Culture of Fear" by Barry Glassner.END OF LINE