Picture Story XII

Errr...sunset?

Do not litter

In deep thoughts

Weaving

Sunday Zen

I didn't do church today because the church decided to do the church thing over at a beach resort. Just for today. Even the church needs to sort of get away to chill, they said. I didn't get the idea so I didn't go. The resort is just too far away and its a bitch to drive especially now that its raining.

Its still Sunday and its all lazy and easy like that Lionel Ritchie song and I feel empty. Inside. I feel like fucking boredom creeping slowly behind me and about to jump.

And so I turned on the TV and this Indian dude was talking about enlightenment. And theres this other dude with a good beard who said something about meditation to realize God and that I'd be so blissed out and successful in action if I did all that shit. I'm not about to say he's got it all wrong and all. Whatever rocks your world, my man. In the background a few dudes were assuming the lotus pose and humming some zen shit. And I feel like shit.

And I'm like what da fuck is up with me?

I think I need to sleep this shit off.

Godzilla Did It

It was late evening and I was driving to the coffee shop for some cheap beer when I first heard on the radio about the earthquake and tsunami and shit hitting Japan. First thing I thought of was Miss Hikaru Koto. I sure hope she's fine and all. And if she was filming when it hit, I pray she had time to put some clothes on.

While at the coffee shop, the shit was on TV and man, I was like, what the fuck? Hundreds of big ass containers, cars and fucking houses swept away like fucking card boxes. The man on TV said like 200 died but later they said it could even go as high as a couple of thousands or even more. Doesn't look good at all. Then there's this fear about some nuke facility that got hit and that it might burn and could do a Chernobyl on Japan or some shit like that.

And my kanid who was with me and not drinking beer tells me he's just done his full physical and shit and his doctor tells him now his liver's about to give and that his nerve's like all screwed up. So I tell him to stick to milk for the next few weeks. He had ice fucking lemon tea and it felt strange to be having beer alone and watching Japan getting whacked.

And I'm like where the fuck is Ultraman at times like this?