When the writer Nagai Kafu − in rebellion against the High City and intent on upon losing himself in low, traditional places − sought to become a Yose performer, a spy tattled on him, and he was dragged home and presently sent into exile beyond the ocean.
That's depressing. I've had a depressing week at work. In fact, I think I'm due for a career change. Maybe Fairytale Town is looking for a new Wolfman.
"Shots ring out, from the center of an empty field
Joni's in the tall grass
She's a beautiful metal jukebox
A sailboat explosion
A snap of electric whipcrack
She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She thinking long and hard
About that high wild sound
And wondering will it last?"
Posted by: Matt Gray | January 12, 2006 at 03:05 PM
Matt,
Sorry yer having a bummer, dewd.
I kind of forgot what it was you do for a living...something about missile guidance systems and discount eyeware for the third world?
Posted by: Patrick3 | January 12, 2006 at 05:45 PM
Yeah, Convex is being a jerk again. He can't cope with freaky stuff so he makes me deal with it.
Posted by: Matt Gray | January 12, 2006 at 07:00 PM