depressing revelation.

I just realized that so far my life is a romantic comedy.

                 ugh.

Check the Beckett

Was I sleeping while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake...at least I think I do...what shall I say of today? That with Estragon, my friend, at this place until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Potso passed with his carrier and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that, what truth will there be? He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot. Astride of a grave and a difficult birth..down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of cries.

Samuel Beckett- Waiting For Godot

Corporal A.E. Roberts

My dearest Love,

It has been so long since I've seen your face and just as long since I've experienced joy. I really don't like it here. All the men don't treat me well at all. I don't understand why they are being so distant. Everything I am and everything I try seems to be rejected. They don't allow me to talk to them outside of rank or class. It's so difficult without someone to talk to. The only thing that gets me through the nights here is the locket you gave me. I long for the day when I can wrap my arms around your body once more and let your love warm my abandoned tongue. How's Jane doing? I hope she's coming out of her fever. Such a strong young woman she is. 

I must be going now, we have a meeting in the mess hall. Always remember that you're the reason I continue my trek through this wretched place. No one else could fill the vacancy of my heart. I'll write again soon.

I love you, and always will.

Corporal A. E. Roberts

P.S. I think of the night under the tree often.

Building Blocks

Why is it so hard to build a time machine? I mean, is it the theory of relativity being reversed that it is so difficult? Is it because Michael J. Fox is way too old for any zany adventures through time or is it because Doc Brown is a fictional character? I wish I knew the secret that would unlock this precious phenomenon. Even if I could just go there, sit and spectate events happening and the people involved didn't know I was there and I couldn't become involved. You know, Scrooge-style. 

Persons with genuine time machine plans, please mail them to:

Lucas James

123 Baker Street

Anytown, USA

The Man From Kalamazoo

There once was a man who was from Kalamazoo

People said: "He had everything he wanted, his cake and he ate it, too."

One would think he would have no problem putting a smile on his face.

But there was something wrong, something empty about his space. 

You see, he was fond of this little lady,

she didn't say yes, she didn't maybe

when he asked for her hand in marriage, 

she just stammered "no" and put miles between him and her carriage.

There he stood, showered in dust, wrapped in solitude.

Follow her? No, he didn't want to make her angry, didn't want to intrude.

So, he stood. The man from Kalamazoo.

Almost had everything, except you.

Tossin' Stones!

Lately, I have been suffering through some really drastic writer's block. I've came to a conclusion: the only way to break through this case of writer's block, is to write. Everyday. So, gents grab your gals, eat some pie, and enjoy the show because there be a challenge set before my feet.