I think my vision is going. A herd of pink elephants just asked me if I'd join them for a Delirium later this evening at the Brick Store. I said no, not until I catch up with this book. They frowned, shrugged their massive shoulders, and say, Ok, have it your way. Damn elephants.
Daily Goal: 2000
Friday's Word Count: 2255
Surplus/Deficit: 255
J.W.B.: 1826 (Movin' on up)
Here's the excerpt, and here's hoping I don't get sued by Adam Duritz's.
"As Counting Crow’s “Round Here” slowly filtered into the cab, the lyrics bound themselves up with the day, with what had happened, and he knew that he would always think of this day and all it entailed every time he heard this song.
In between the moon and you the angels get a better view,
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
‘Oh God, is this wrong,’ he thought, ‘is what I just did wrong?’ The religious nature of his youth sprang to life, and he heard the strident voices of revivalists echoing behind the soft melodies from the speakers. From their point of view, he was indeed eternally wrong.
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the sand
Just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus.
He felt like he and his truck and his charge, this woman who he was taking home, they were no longer on a wire, or at least not the same one they had been on since she told him she was pregnant. They had made a plunge in one sea, fallen off that wire, and he hoped there was a net under the wire, hoped he learned to swim. What if the net was in the ocean? What is he tried to swim in the air while plummeting?"
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