Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Shuffle is King. Music is such a powerful thing. It can make us cry, soar, laugh, groove, crumple... remind us of a beautiful, uplifting moment... or, just as quickly, recall our darkest hour and pull to the surface all the heartbreak and distress that we felt those many years ago. It can cause us to feel isolated and alone, or remind us that we are loved and woven through the fibres of the universe. It can free us. It can cage us. Given our mood and events of the day, the same song can carry us in any one of a million different directions. Last night my MP3 player landed on a song that immediately wrenched my soul, twisted my bowels and mind until I cried out a small whimper of agony. It called to mind the heartache and distortion of my world at this moment, pulled into and saturated my heart with all the sadness resting with another. I felt lost, broken, abandoned, dissolute. Hurtful and cold hearted. This morning � separated by eight hours of sleep and a decanter of coffee, surrounded by the omnipresent and tangible love and spirit of my beautiful mom and embraced by the warmth of the brilliant, beaming sun � the very same song seeped from my car speakers and soothed me, cradled me until I wept again... this time for joy and understanding of my place in the world, my heart, my soul and my journey. And so today I feel hopeful and calm where yesterday I felt desperate and frayed. God, I hope "shuffle" continues to be kind to me. |