Into the Iron Smelt

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
-King Crimson


Remember how i left the country for visa reasons - that lovely little jaunt to Africa? Well, the City of Madrid, which rents us our apartment hasn't called yet. Chema said that if they don't call, i don't need to sign or give a deposit.

Which would mean:

• Everything was kosher with the Visa after my trip to Morocco, but i don't need it. Therefore i could have gone some place other than Hell
• My lover breaks up with me because she 'feels something for me' and then tells me she loves me for the first time
• Hillary beats the tar out of Obama in WV. She can't win the nomination - all she can do is HARM his campaign against MacDonald's. I mean McCain.
• 32,000 dead in Mynamar's Cyclone. I did not even know what a cyclone was!
  
• 15,ooo dead in China's earthquake. I was pissed about Tibet, but this was not the response i was looking for. I specifically said, nothing biblical!
  

I think i'll just lock myself indoors this long weekend.

But seriously - I saw a corpse in Jamaica. A cabbie who's throat was cut, cab stolen and left on the beach. It was afternoon when we saw him. Vultures and all. Not a pretty site. I can't imagine what those two places must be like. Those poor people!

So despite the fact that i am functioning under less than optimum parameters, life rolls on just fine.

American Laura's ex-boyfriend was a Scot - a Celtic Fan. So we are naturally going to go cheer on Rangers in the UEFA Cup Final! European Cup final time. Damn. The time goes fast.

Be well!