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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Link of the day

Published: 04 September 2010

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A rather curious blog with a local slant. 

Link: http://closingmirrors.wordpress.com/

The Church and the Tornado

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 01 September 2010

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I'm with a group of strangers, nobody that I know.

We're in the basement of an old church, maybe 150 years old, red brick, it's the restaurant, there are candles lit everywhere and the owner is presiding as Maitre D'.

We're empty and there's time enough to perform a play upstairs, and so we run through a warren of passages and up twisting flights of stairs to the main level - "We buy Gold"; it's a pawn shop of some description but it turns into a hobby shop and somewhere behind there's a giant, towering 30 foot costume/puppet monster walking along, it looks like Darth Vader from one side and from the other side it looks like a spaceship, and as he turns his head from side to side lasers are shot from the sidepieces....

It's pretty scary. And I'm running up towards the belfry, the play's been forgotten and instead I'm to help to put away the giant puppet of Darth Vader, hang him from the ceiling and I can't reach it from the floor and so I climb up a ladder..there are bolts from the ceiling where I can hang this, there are others there as well, different things, the owner builds things, then hangs them from the ceiling and I'm hanging the puppet from the center beam now of the church, immediately beneath me on the ladder there's some woman with blood or grenadine upon her hand...

And I climb down and am on the main floor when I look out the window, towards downtown and I can see the sky's an unreal blue, and everyone in the choir turns and looks as well, and it is, and as we look there's a bank of clouds above us, the edges roiling like eddies in a stream, and I can see a big tendril coming down, it looks computer animated, and there's a tornado about to hit the church. we run through the church to hide, and I see people running out the front door, then all the cupboards and doors in the church slam shut and I realize we're about to be lifted away and so I jump out a side door, the church is moving, sliding along, the bricks and siding is being peeled away, it's too heavy and the tornado moves on, the church dragged a few hundred yards away along a field, the sky is infused with an unearthly light....

(Many odd dreams last night, put it down to a late night feast of fast food.)

The Muse has fled

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Miscellany

Published: 31 August 2010

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And we sit around talking about penis length and how it's width that matters.

It's slow, we're always busy but sometimes it's slow to start and when it's slow the other servers, they talk to me.

I wish they wouldn't but they do anyways.

The bosses' nephew, he's gotten engaged, refuses to discuss the herpes thing further.

And G. is concerned about his penis length and is enquiring after mine and I'm reassuring him that unless it's particularly small or otherwise deformed it probably doesn't matter.

And it's been a week now since I'm back to work, I'm thwarted from leaving by the dentist, unavailable for a consultation until Sept 22, meaning that the earliest I can be out of there is October, and I'm frustrated. Enormously and I make a note to vent upon the dentist. 

Still, there are other things to be organized in the meantime. I need to see a doctor, get a prescription for Champex, 1st thing to do upon leaving the restaurant. And there are others, lists re; refinishing my accommodations,  etc, trivial, mundane things, and I realize that the muse has fled, she lives on the margins of emotion, love and hate, margins of experience, too much alcohol, cigarettes, too little sleep, and now, in the long middle, she's not there. 

There's nothing to write about.