Redemption Revisited

Ah-HAH! Wayne has bought himself a house. Never mind that, he's bought himself a nice big shop! Yes, and that means ART! And that means WELDING and WOOD WORKING! And that all means...

ANOTHER SHOT AT REDEMPTION!

I am not sure how to explain the connection I feel exists between the two... perhaps it is that I feel my one great satisfaction with myself comes of the expression of my soul-ism through the working of steel and wood. Art becomes me. I hope.

No, I don't hope, I KNOW this to be true. Art becomes me. And so I must become art.

Oh, now doesn't that just sound clever as all hell!

Hmm... I hope I can get started on the redeeming pretty quick, because there is plenty of feeling like shit about myself going on. Yeah, when I don't know how else to feel, I can always feel like shit about myself. Call it my comfort zone.

No, I don't mind talking to you about it, because I know you don't give a shit. Or, and this being more significant... I know you are NOT THERE!

And I can't TYPE WORTH SHIT TONIGHT so to hell with it all.

Redemption is for the Rich

And I'm not one of them. Hell, I'm lucky to be in the middles of the socio-economic strata... but I'm not rich, and I can't afford redemption. So I will have to settle for existing, and trying to learn to see the simplicity in any given moment.

What a pain in the ass. Hahahahahahaha

Oh look, I think I am going to be late to work today. But then, when you are staring down a 50+hour work week, does being a few minutes late really matter? Personally, I think not.

No, it's not the longest work week in the county, but it ain't no 40 hours plus OT. Hell, I can't type worth a damn this morning. So see ya later.