Long after work

A new day in a new year, wrung in with old friends in an unexpected location. A furry creature who barks orders with conviction. A frozen homeland draped in a slushy cloud of malleable water-soaked possibilities. What promises did you make a night ago that were held off for calendrical reasons? Will you reckon with yourself in such a way as to effect the change desired by some portion of self? Or will you allow old forces to pummel you into slipping backwards again? Those ruts of desire run deep within the core of your experience.

An old tyrant emerges from the ashes of an inferno to claim possession of that what is not yet deservedly his. None step forward to impede the self-inflicted desecration of all that is decent, as the pull of the moon overwhelms the sensibilities of the weakest of hearts. A man so imbibed as to fall down still musters the willpower to snort a shot of cheap powder, well beyond any sense. A woman bouncing between lame-men fuels the courage to refuse the pervasive gluttony, amidst a chorus of broken hearts. A startling challenge to fight descends into a smirk, when the street fighter controller is taken up in arms. Old technology falls down without breaking; a sweat breaks on the brow of a relieved host. After the lord descends on the spillage and his scolding has evaporated, the remnants of the beating drum fades into a slow walk home.


Blur - For Tomorrow
Sam Roberts - Brother Down