Mr. Song Writer,

build me a song.

Carve it from bone.

Make it long,

sad and strong.

Simon and Garfunkel say that monkeys stand for honesty. But, then again, they also say that antelope are missionaries. Antelope are not missionaries. That's silly.

Today I followed a rubber ducky. He led me two miles. He was wearing boxing gloves.

The Grilled Cheese Sandwich of Shame

I'll start the car, but we'll stay in park.

The cold can kill us before fumes.

Now is the right time for a good song.

Get something to say what can't.

Do you feel bad, like i feel bad?

Pour us a road . . .

. . .

Give me everything you've got now.

I don't feel a single thing.

Drag me out into the cold rain.

Let it hover over me . . .

. . . let it fill me up let it freeze let it break

something has got to give

Save Face, Brave Face

I once thought that the most comforting words that I had heard where, "There will be days like this." It meant to me that what's going on is not something that happens just to me, but it's something that happens to everyone sometimes. There will be days like these for other people too. It made me feel a lot less alone. It also holds the vague promise that there will be days that will not be like this. And some of those days might be better than this one.