Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

5:01 am… Animated carbon creatures frantically scurry along the face of the Earth in search of some sort of meaning, some sort of lasting purpose, or at least a good place to eat. About every hundred years, Mother Earth shakes…

4:49 am… Time is ticking away; slowly it drips into my coffeepot.

4:36 am… Frantic songs cry out from the treetops, as the morning choir sing their praises to the rising Sun.

“Big C calls out ‘Loose squares! Loose squares!’ as feral children chase pigeons into the setting sun. Four Corner Hustlers feed youthful suburban crackers endless bags of powdered love. They hate you for your forefather’s sins. These baggy-pants brothers ain’t…

4:14 am… Sunlight’s morning rays pierce midnight’s foggy dreams…

4:52 am… There’s something about the northern spring air that really lets you know you’re alive. It has this old icy smell and taste to it, as if the wind had traveled across a great distance of time and space…

All is quiet. Dawn’s hush has silenced the voodoo chickens, as gray clouds smother the morning sky.

4:38 am… The bells of the voodoo gypsy queen jingle in rhythmic mockery of Holy Mother Church, as she proudly prances across the gray slate of Jackson Square… With a whisper and a smile, she’ll tell your tale.