Google Yourself
Ross and I previously had a conversation about how googling oneself, or one’s website name is fun. We’re bored often.
Currently “GreyParty” brings you right here. Which is only slightly surprising, however, the Grey Party is a REAL political party overseas. (Who knew?)
The big shocker was a search of __________” Previously I was shielded from all manner of such intrusions because I am named after a pretty famous person. However, I have recently discovered that I’m on page one. So much for hiding from my kids online. Unless they search for _____________, which means I’m safe.
Now you know you want to go and try it: scary, ain’t it?
Scattered Thoughts
I have a job for next year. The fecal matter has not fully left the air conditioning, however, things are looking good.
Faith. Time. Prayer. etc.
Apprently I have lost a friend: “where did I go wrong . . .?”
Stressful times.
Confused relationship(s).
Breathe in; breathe out.
Saying goodbye to my seniors, and some of my co-workers, and a force of evil.
Hello to . . .
“melting The Sky”
To my philosophy students: past, present and future.
(I finally got off my butt and recorded this, pretty much at gun point)
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And she’s knows there’s much more that she can’t see
To put a name to it is half she would need
Stood up so many times by men and space and life
It’s enough to lose: so why should she try?
So she lets it ring, and her automated voice, before the beep sings:
“I’m out looking for significance without loosing my innocence,
Or a compromise in between.”
And she’s so tired of living this life
She’s caught in the crossfire between half truth and lies
She looks up to the sky but the silence is melting her eyes
So why should she try? Why should she try?
And he awakes to the clock’s tock
And it’s time again to arise and face the day
But he knows it all seem so vain to him
The way you can always remain in the same
Rattrap: and it grows tighter, even if you fight her,
And he knows he’s not dead, but he’s growing no stronger
And as the road’s getting longer
He’s so tired of living this life
He’s caught in the crossfire between half truth and lies
He looks up to the sky and dares God to prove He’s alive
But the silence is melting his eyes; So why should he try?
Love, like a cough, can’t be concealed
So we sift through the counterfeits
Hoping to hear what is real
But it seems their hides, in the back of our minds
A little hint of something that our 5 senses can’t define
Is it all hope? ‘Cause some call it fear
And some call it faith And some are sincere
Some sing of praise and redemption of days
Others we’re alone with our own necks to save
Could it all be a hideous dream
Or a hint of a smile of some Divinity?
I guess we’ll see
And we’re so tired of living this life
We’re caught in the crossfire between half-truth and lies
When we look up to the sky it’s all on fire
And the silence is melting our eyes
And we wonder what’s behind, so we try