We return to the people of the town who not so many nights past had a choice encounter with a pleasant evening.

Today was another good day, sparked by a change in weather and a change of heart. As the cold lines of decay and victimization faded in the sunlight, the people began to forget about wondering who, what, when, where, why. In a separate place on the same planet, bombs would always fall. Virgins would always be taken before their time, mothers would end up crying, and evidence of the eventual decay of everything would seep in uninvited and unhindered.

But today was like that night described in an earlier post.

Flowers bloomed because that is what they tend to do: despite being frozen to death a few weeks prior. It doesn't take too many blooms to erase a scathing memory altoghether.

Battles waged and won, entirely internal in nature, the people saught an external refuge in the world they had grown to love and be invested in.

Back to me, though.

Life is good today. It seems lately that life is either shitty or good, and not much in between. The times that are shitty are bad, very bad. They pull me down to the depths of no recovery and I forget to hope, or even to care.

But the good times. Oh, the good times. Like I'm walking around with a pocket full of dreams, and aching to produce them and share them with my friends. I can't trade any of this, ever. It's all me baby.

;-)

Strange / Beautiful.

I don't know who's in charge here, but kudos.

The past 24 hours have been confusing, depressing, uplifting, heartwarming, repetitive and surprising. My horoscope told me to buckle up. That was an understatement!

After a whirlwind of opportunistic coincidence, fueled by eagerness with a spin of subtle pragmatism, I'm 21 years old and 21 years young.

Please don't ask me to understand it; I'm simply a player in the grand game. I sometimes know my role, which is clarity enough. Positions, positions.

People people people, symbiotic in nature and progressively fascinating.

Such is a vast conspiracy to overwhelm the casual heart and provoke the unfeeling.

did anyone understand any of that? Maybe I shouldn't listen to deep psy-trance when I'm writing these. And maybe I shouldn't write at 3:43 a.m. ever ever again.

Peace to my homies.
-Matt

so I will keep a
deliberate pace,
and let the damn breeze
dry my face

Things don't always work out and we're back where we started. But what's so bad about being where you started, if you like where you came from?

Again with the loneliness, the misunderstanding and being misunderstood.

so I will keep a
deliberate pace,
and let the damn breeze
dry my face

It's up to me and I'll be alone forever. It's not for lack of trying, though.

This isn't what I wanted, but it's what I asked for:
A
full
plate
of
empty.

Cheerz mate.

I received the following message yesterday:

Subject: Kraft under attack for supporting Gay Games. Is that cheesy or what?

Kraft Foods, makers of every one's favorite Mac and Cheese, is one of the sponsors for the 2005 Gay Games. Now the American Family Association is asking their members to call and email Kraft to complain.

Kraft is a subsidiary of notoriously conservative Phillip Morris, Inc. and if they get enough screaming mothers calling them, they might pull their sponsorship!

Let Kraft know that you appreciate them supporting the Gay Games and the GLBT Community in general.

Call them for FREE or email the CEO:TOLL FREE: 1-800-323-0768CEO Roger K. Deromedi rderomedi@kraft.com


The sucker for a cause that I am, I sent the following message:

Dear KRAFT:

I'd like to thank you for your decision to sponsor the2005 Gay Games. It is nice to see that a company canrespect individuals as the people they are, and notjust as a consumer dollar they represent.

I certainly can't speak for everyone, but I considerthis another step in the direction of human rights,toward a future where all men are created equally, and treated as such.

Thanks again
-Matt

I'm here to congratulate everyone thus far.

There was once a town with people living in it. Some of them had more problems than others, and some blew the few problems they did have out of proportion.

But, despite the conflicts and opressive nature of their own inner workings, the people were granted a special knowledge on the eve of 05-05-05:

...For tonight, they would all live happily ever after.

It didn't seem like much, to some of the people. They knew that it held no promise for what was to come. But what these people failed to see, and others were all too ready to embrace, was that it sucessfully solidified a single moment of goodness in each life that it passed through, like a common thread to be shared in memory, forever.

It served as a block placed in the mortar of time. A promise that no matter how difficult things may become tomorrow, today was beautiful. And a beautiful day was experienced.

Revel and relish it, children. And sleep with the peaceful knowledge that tonight... you are happy.