Bless This Drum Machine

And their pointy, well-coiffed heads

All the Papers Lie Tonight

...Is The News of the Day

The car screeches in the snowy streets.

You breath out, see the warm cloud rise up and dissipate.

The car moves off. Somewhere.

Everyone going somewhere.

And then the streets are empty again. The cloudless night sky twinkles with a few stars.

Not enough stars to matter, but a few.

And as you look up you wonder if you can build on them, stack the stars together and make a structure. A simple machine that can reach you back to the stars.

And you turn, marveling at the smell of the fresh snow and the cold air.

And the lack of people and animals.

It's just you. And an impossibly empty section of the city. And your memories.

Just the way you like it.

Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme (Etc.)

This song was stuck in my head all day today.

Perhaps because the addiction to drama doesn't seem to end when people get out of their teens.

There's a Stripmall Southeast of Saint Paul Thinks It's Palais Versailles...

Scott Miller, taken much too soon (from What If It Works).