Author: john wick

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Song for a rainy day

Yesterday Is Here
(Studio version)

If you want money in your pocket and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table and a blanket on your bed
Well, today is grey skies tomorrow is tears
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here

I’m going to New York City
and I’m leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind and wait ’til I come back again
Well, today is grey skies tomorrow is tears
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here

If you want to go where the rainbows end
you’ll have to say goodbye
All our dreams come true baby up ahead
and it’s out where your memories lie

Well, the road is out before me and the moon is shining bright
What I want you to remember as I disappear tonight
Well, today is grey skies tomorrow is tears
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here

Well, today is grey skies tomorrow’s tears
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here
You’ll have to wait ’til yesterday is here

— T.W.

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Credo

I don’t believe in God • But I do believe in Luck
I don’t believe in angels • But I do believe in saints
I don’t believe in Heaven • But I do believe in ghosts
I don’t believe in suffering • But I do believe in pain
I don’t believe in law • But I do believe in order
I don’t believe in safety • But I do believe in sex
I don’t believe in forever • But I do believe in love

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Walking with Danthedragon…

We’ve got McDonalds in our hands. Mine’s a Coke. That’s all. She’s carrying an egg Mcmuffin thing. And we’re talking about dragons.

“You should write about dragons,” I tell her, sipping my Coke.

“I just like drawing them,” she says. She’s so small. Under my shoulders. Her hair is as long as mine used to be and her little voice is even smaller.

“I mean, why do you love them so much?” I ask her.

“I don’t know,” she says, her wide eyes even wider. “I just do.”

“Don’t you want to know why? I mean, they’re symbols. Do you want to explore that?”

“No,” she says. Just like that. Just as simple as that. Then, she smiles with that big smile that’s bigger than her. Her pure joy ringing in her voice.

She says it again, as if to reassure me. “No.” That big smile.

“I’m not like you,” she says. “I don’t want to figure them out. I’m very happy with just loving them.” Pause. “And drawing them.”

The light says, “Walk,” and she crosses the street. I pause for just a moment, then follow her.

* * *

“Sometimes, a mystery is supposed to be a mystery.”
— The Tao of Zen Nihilism

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from The Tao of Zen Nihilism

“Democracy is not the end-all-be-all of governments. It is
advanced citizenship, requiring an educated voting mass to make intelligent
and articulate decisions. Otherwise, democracy becomes nothing more than the
tyrrany of the ignorant.”

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What Happened to John?

Orange Juice.
Chicken Soup.
Warm Blankets.
The Big Fuckin’ Q.

*cough cough*
*sniff sniff*

Had to take care of a guest who caught a cold. Sorry, folks. 🙁