August 19th

August 19th, Vancouver, Raining...

A city overrun with people, rich and homeless alike. Starbucks on every corner, every corner that doesn’t already have Blendz on it that is. Everything that you want to see is just a turn to your left, and everything you don’t, to your right. Ying & Yang. Extreme opposites containing each other in embryonic form.
Its raining, but its not cold, even though we're under dressed, man I hope my cell doesn’t get wet. It would be impossible to survive in cotton.
So far from home, but not with out friends, close ones, and not so close ones.

Somebody turns on the speakers, somebody turns on the tap, 15 steps ahead and the paradoxes continue.
There there, the morning bell will ring, and by the time you realize all I need is where I end and you begin, you'll be with the talk show host, and I’ll be nude. In the deepest ocean the bottom of the sea. Your eyes they turn me. Why should I stay here? Why should I stay? Your videotape. I find you, karma finds us. More pain through technology, will the jigsaw fall into place? Or is it just exit music for the bodysnatchers? Somebody turns off the speakers, it doesn’t get quite, we turn up the tap in our house of cards. Optimistic that everything is in its right place, that the reckoner is aware that 2+2=5. Rain down, rain down, from a great height, from a great height... God loves his children.

-Graham Balon