Tuesday, April 01, 2008

April's fool

Have you ever done something stupid? No, I mean stupid.

Like: before you did it, you were thinking, "This is stupid." While it was happening, you were thinking, "This is stupid." And after it was over, as you stewed in the aftermath, you thought, "That was stupid."

And I mean a real thing. With consequences. Lasting ones. Bad ones. All of which you saw coming.

But you did it anyway. Because you knew -- well, you thought -- that no matter how badly it hurt while it was happening, no matter how much it scarred in the aftermath, you'd be better for it in the long run. Your future self -- your far future self -- would benefit from your pain. You thought of Pink Floyd's The Wall -- specifically the end, when Pink's wall is torn down, accompanied by a primal scream of anguish. It hurt him so badly, but, in the end, it was what he needed. You thought of forest fires, of volcanic eruptions, and how the wildlife eventually returns to normal. Of the darkness that must come before the dawn.

So you did your stupid thing anyway. And you hated yourself. But you put your head down and forced your way through it. Because it was what you needed to do.

Have you ever done that?

No?

Um. Me neither.

Just a hypothetical question.

On an unrelated note, here is a song by Tool. I place this here for someone who will most likely not see it. And who, ironically, does not have an "h" in their name. At least, not that I know of.



What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again now...considerately.

Venomous voice tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.

I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.

Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.

And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
I don't mind.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me.

And considerately killing me.


Normal posts will resume tomorrow, I promise. I'll talk about baseball. Go 'stros!

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Now playing: Tool - H.
via FoxyTunes

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