Hello and Goodbye, Goodbye and Hello
Blake is looking around in the basement today. He has been down there for quite some time now. Ocassionally i think i hear squeals of joy i assume come from him, but i am also a little too scared to consider what else it might be that inhabits the floors of this ever aging hotel i stay in.
Oh, that's right. Introductions are usually first.
Hello, my name is Joanne, and i'll be your pilot for this evening's flight.
Think of this as a kind of outreach program. Feeling my way through the internet and discovering new things, I write miscellaneously and drift wherever i feel. It is a good kind of life, and one i wish to share with others.
Namely, you.
But presently i feel at a loss for words. I feel like maybe i should put on some music and then let the words flow through my fingertips but imagining what Blake is up to down in the basement is taking up all of my mental space. John won't let me down there, and in all the time i've been here, the crazy old man has never let anyone down there.
So why Blake?
Anyway, life here is still the same as it has always been. The town has it's problems, and i fear they will be coming to a peak sometime soon, though i could not say for certain exactly when. Poor JJ tries his best but he is simply outnumbered and i fear that even the mystical arts he learnt in the orient may not save him as there are only so many bones he can break before the karmic gods demand a few of his own bones to be broken.
Why my father still works for Mr Biggs, i don't know.
Actually, i do know. But i remain unimpressed.
And so i stay in my room and i listen to music and i write silly little stories about meteors falling from the sky and generally i keep to myself. It is not easy being the daughter of my father, for reasons obvious the moment you understand the way the town works.
Would they understand were i to attempt to explain myself? Would they even pretend?
I like sometimes to think that they would.
Joanne
---
Cold to the touch
It's no wonder i couldn't find your heart.
In the mess of wiring and circuitry
I felt so sure i had found something to keep you with,
But what was it?
Oh, that's right. Introductions are usually first.
Hello, my name is Joanne, and i'll be your pilot for this evening's flight.
Think of this as a kind of outreach program. Feeling my way through the internet and discovering new things, I write miscellaneously and drift wherever i feel. It is a good kind of life, and one i wish to share with others.
Namely, you.
But presently i feel at a loss for words. I feel like maybe i should put on some music and then let the words flow through my fingertips but imagining what Blake is up to down in the basement is taking up all of my mental space. John won't let me down there, and in all the time i've been here, the crazy old man has never let anyone down there.
So why Blake?
Anyway, life here is still the same as it has always been. The town has it's problems, and i fear they will be coming to a peak sometime soon, though i could not say for certain exactly when. Poor JJ tries his best but he is simply outnumbered and i fear that even the mystical arts he learnt in the orient may not save him as there are only so many bones he can break before the karmic gods demand a few of his own bones to be broken.
Why my father still works for Mr Biggs, i don't know.
Actually, i do know. But i remain unimpressed.
And so i stay in my room and i listen to music and i write silly little stories about meteors falling from the sky and generally i keep to myself. It is not easy being the daughter of my father, for reasons obvious the moment you understand the way the town works.
Would they understand were i to attempt to explain myself? Would they even pretend?
I like sometimes to think that they would.
Joanne
---
Cold to the touch
It's no wonder i couldn't find your heart.
In the mess of wiring and circuitry
I felt so sure i had found something to keep you with,
But what was it?
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