So the house work I mentioned earlier was clearing out part of an attic-like hallway that came out of my grandfather's home theatre on the second floor. Actually, the clearing out bit was only ripping the insulation he had put up however long ago and throwing it into the storage area down the hall in preparation for putting up plywood backboards in preparation for a new wall (mice keep getting in the house through the insulation so he's putting a proper wall to keep them out). There was sheetrock/drywall/whatever you call it also but we figured given our obvious lack of expertise we'd let a carpenter handle it. Working from 10 to 4 on carrying heavy boards up and down stairs and walking around in dusty, asbestos-filled air probably contributed that as well. Anyhow, the party. It wasn't so much an actual party as it was a friend of mine playing with his band for over an hour for a bunch of other people that he's friends with. It was pretty fun listening to the drummer, but the rest didn't stand out very much. Also, having been walking around all day, standing up for however long it was to listen got unpleasant. I got out of there pretty fast after the show was done. I didn't really know the guy who had invited me and I especially didn't know most of the other people there so I had no real vested interest in sticking around beyond a token attempt at conversation with my friend - I suppose I should really say acquaintance - which I did and then I left. Exciting right? Worth waiting for right? Yes, I know, I know, I live like a fucking superstar.

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Teaser

I went to my grandparents' today to help my grandfather out with some remodeling they're doing. Nothing major, I think, but I still managed to get covered in saw dust and fiber glass. I'll explain more later after I take a nap and get back from the party I'm going to later. I really shouldn't take the hours I sue to relax out of my sleeping hours. It's a bad idea. Anyhow, more to come later, but for now, this:

(and with that I feel like a cheesy radio DJ; now back to your scheduled programming)

I am just a man – and so are you.

But listen to what they say you do!

They’ve made you God and you’ve accepted.

But think: what happens when you’re rejected?

Yes, I say when, not if because

You’re wholly man – you have your flaws.

How can you maintain this façade?

You can’t – You’re only man – where is your God?

I love you well, please understand,

But I foresee your blood thrown ‘cross the sand.

And in that hour, as you lose, your power,

The crowd will take your crown, replace your flower

With a thorn – and set it upon you.

And what I can do?

I want to save you.

But you teach to be pure

While you gather the ugly.

Your hypocritical actions

Will pull down your tree

Before they nail you to it.

And I am the ax that you wield against yourself;

I am the hammer and the nails,

Though it hurts me to hear your wails of pain.

You should have listened to me.

You should have stayed the same.

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