That which I had hitherto hinted at is lost forever. For a fleeting moment, I thought that I had found something precious, only to have it degraded before me. Am I too vague? Here it is, then:
The little Pie Shop that I had mentioned was a setting not only for many a merry feast, but for a revelation. That revelation came in the form of a young lady, of whose name I dare not speak for trembling. Even now I must do what I can to calm my nerves so that I can type this words (and still, each sentence requires so very many rewrites). Our romance was brief, but wonderful...and I flattered myself to think that she shared in it. But, no.
And then, as quickly and cleanly as it started, it ended abruptly and messily. I'm not proud of what I did, and I cannot even speak of it now. Needless to say, that I have moved on from that town. The Baseball, and the Vengeance sustain me.
Goodnight, Friends.
Basebally.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
A Slice of Life
Has anyone seen any good movies lately? I haven't.
To be honest, I must admit to never having seen a single one. In a most purposeful way, I have avoided all my life that which my Father would have called "The Devil's Canvas." Now, however, I long for the escapeism that I read about in books about movies. Normal people sound so uplifted when they see them. It seems nice
I find myself constantly distracted lately -- it becomes increasingly more difficult to concentrate on a single task. Surely there have been too many times to number that I have begun upon a measure, only to find myself lost as to where I had begun. Am i worried? Strangely, no. It is refreshing, indeed. This....forgetfulness, it clears away only the little things; the small and disjointed efforts of banal, everyday existence. Never once dose it touch my most sacred and singular of purposes: my revenge. The forgetfulness becomes as to a torch in a cobwebbed room, burning that which obscures me from my goal.
I've even lost weight from forgetting to eat! And yet my strength grows. Surely this is a sign from a larger hand than mine, lending support to my efforts, and directing me toward my ends? I pray that it is.
To the extent that I do it, it is entirely pies. I wish that I could reveal my location, because there is a seductive little pie shop here that makes the greatest pecan, rhubarb, and blueberrry buckle pies which I had ever been fortunate enough to taste. And taste them I do. Indeed, I have appetite for little else.
However...there is another reason I love this little pie shop in C_______. More on this later.
Goodnight Friends,
Basebally
To be honest, I must admit to never having seen a single one. In a most purposeful way, I have avoided all my life that which my Father would have called "The Devil's Canvas." Now, however, I long for the escapeism that I read about in books about movies. Normal people sound so uplifted when they see them. It seems nice
I find myself constantly distracted lately -- it becomes increasingly more difficult to concentrate on a single task. Surely there have been too many times to number that I have begun upon a measure, only to find myself lost as to where I had begun. Am i worried? Strangely, no. It is refreshing, indeed. This....forgetfulness, it clears away only the little things; the small and disjointed efforts of banal, everyday existence. Never once dose it touch my most sacred and singular of purposes: my revenge. The forgetfulness becomes as to a torch in a cobwebbed room, burning that which obscures me from my goal.
I've even lost weight from forgetting to eat! And yet my strength grows. Surely this is a sign from a larger hand than mine, lending support to my efforts, and directing me toward my ends? I pray that it is.
To the extent that I do it, it is entirely pies. I wish that I could reveal my location, because there is a seductive little pie shop here that makes the greatest pecan, rhubarb, and blueberrry buckle pies which I had ever been fortunate enough to taste. And taste them I do. Indeed, I have appetite for little else.
However...there is another reason I love this little pie shop in C_______. More on this later.
Goodnight Friends,
Basebally
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