Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Cruising Groove and Crossed Fingers
He's my guy. There's something about a gargoyle riding a pickup that I think can help me out. I'm into good luck charms. I'm into not stepping on sidewalk cracks on my way to watch Patriots games. And crossed fingers and braided hair while watching.
I'm into positive projecting... carrying my umbrella so the sun will shine.
I try to avoid the number 13 except when I can't. And then, I hope to make it my favorite number.
But there are those days the body the mind the culture of survivance can't propel one into the day like a figure skating olympian. And for those days... those cold grey lump of metal days... Those days of irritation and clumsiness when "right" is an uncooperative hand. When the mesh of existence is a loud whine of an unoiled machine and music unwanted collides in a cacophony behind you. On those days nothing works. Nothing is good. They are tight box days that stack themselves in the consciousness like a wall.
For those days I've got my gargoyle riding a pickup. And no, I don't wear him. I created him.
Two notes. I've started a new part time job. And. I have displayed the pickup riding gargoyle before. Its just that recently I've been thinking about wearing him as a good luck charm. Maybe for the Pats games!