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May. 31st, 2003 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmOkay earlier's eerie moment has given way to a revival meeting in the streets (I think connected with the fliers that came in the mail a couple of weeks ago about getting God's Free Message of HOPE! and planning advice for Armageddon) and I am pissed.
It's not charming, and it's not something I want to hear. Even if I were Christian, even if I didn't have a problem with this type of proselytizing. It's LOUD, and I'm trying to do some serious writing, and I CAN'T THINK.
And I'm about this close to marching down there and grabbing the mic out of someone's hand and telling them to knock it off.
Oh man... crappy electric guitars too playing bluesy spirituals sung in Spanish.
And I am reminded I have always lived at the end of the world, on the bare edges of Manhattan or Brooklyn, where the rules are always a little different the sky glows a bright purple in what passes for night.
Living here, on days like this reminds me I don't have to make the world extraordinary, I just have to find a way to show other people just how extraordinary it is. All that drama and flair and passion, that most people don't believe in, or believe is only for people they don't know... it's all real, it just gets hidden from polite and easy society most of the time.
But man, I wish I could think over the din right now.
It's not charming, and it's not something I want to hear. Even if I were Christian, even if I didn't have a problem with this type of proselytizing. It's LOUD, and I'm trying to do some serious writing, and I CAN'T THINK.
And I'm about this close to marching down there and grabbing the mic out of someone's hand and telling them to knock it off.
Oh man... crappy electric guitars too playing bluesy spirituals sung in Spanish.
And I am reminded I have always lived at the end of the world, on the bare edges of Manhattan or Brooklyn, where the rules are always a little different the sky glows a bright purple in what passes for night.
Living here, on days like this reminds me I don't have to make the world extraordinary, I just have to find a way to show other people just how extraordinary it is. All that drama and flair and passion, that most people don't believe in, or believe is only for people they don't know... it's all real, it just gets hidden from polite and easy society most of the time.
But man, I wish I could think over the din right now.
