And the Word was Wow!

Ever read Kerouac? If not then you should!

He's wild, fresh, alive. Like sticking your head out of the car when you're a child...dangerous, you know you shouldn't, but it feels great. You can't breathe cause of all the fresh air filling your body. It's too much. Our bodies are meant to take on that much are they? They can't be. They tell us it's bad for us but it makes us stronger. Nietsche and all that shizzle.

We don't say YES anymore. It's always "maybe later", "Can't be bothered", "erm I don't think so." When do we ever say fuck to society, fuck to the future, fuck the world, the system...

"YES YES YES!"

We think we crave shit...yeah course we do. A dabble here, a dabble there, cans, bottles, crates of beer. But then what do we need to bring us back? More cider? More whisky? More Gin? Naaahhhh...we need Orange juice, water, salads, oil, fresh air...natural, earth, real stuff.

What's better? Watching a football match on the tele in a sweating room, stifled by the gas fire or watching it in the Main Stand, the fans, the shouts, the grass, the passion, the air?

Wow...we don't love life as much as we should...say wow more, sing more, dance more, be a good person and enjoy yourself!

Bus trip outta town

For the first time in three days I found myself on the bus. Well, I didn't really...I made a conscious effort to get there and knew I was going on the bus. But, in a way, I suppose I found myself.

This gorgeous girl stepped on. She was pretty, long blonde hair, obviously classy dresser, a little beret type hat...she was gorgeous...core Jesus!

Driving through those white fields I really felt as if I was running away. The sun reflected off the ground and it was very bright. The bus had massive windows and I felt free.

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My job took me to a school in Derby today. May fold under questioning That's not too far away from the truth. We waited for half an hour in reception, no cuppa to keep us warm. It was good to catch up with my boss..I had missed work this week actually! I had to speak to over 200 students...it was a tough gig. Everyone was tired and I couldn't get my words out. Some of them were talking under muffled scarves, others just didn't give a shit. Well guess what kiddie-winkles...I don't give a shit either!

Change? Routine...ah that's better

I opened my dirty curtains this morning. Those curtains have framed some of the most amazing mornings, evening and afternoons. This morning they framed a cold dull blueish garden with a thick dusting of clear white snow. It was very special as I realised that I didn't have to wait at that horrible train platform to get to work. (More of trains and train poems later - they are a big part of my working life.)

I was excited, so much so that I couldn't get back into bed. I ran down stairs at once, like a child n Christmas Day, but, instead of piles of presents, I just found a yoghurt in the fridge and boiled the milk for my cereal.

Life, at the moment, is all routine. To borrow the words from the Cartwright classic, Road, "I just wish something different would happen for a change."

It's not as if I HATE my life. Hate is a strong word and, although I may use it frequently, I very rarely mean it. My parents are laboriously boring at times and I just get so fed up with how I know they'll react. Waves of negativity fill my optimistic bedroom most mornings.

Yours, respectfully, J D