Surrounded

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
The front room is full of books. Books we are throwing away, in an attempt to monk ourselves so we don't have to move much. Its stunning the level of shite you accumulate. CD's that never left their plastic wrappers, books whose spines remain uncracked, food that sits in the fridge slowly rotting, awaiting eviction. Slowly rotting awaiting eviction. Hmm. As a life metaphor, quite horrible. Nice turn of phrase though.
If the Devil has all the best tunes, the misanthrope has a lot of the best lines. Being profound and meaningful only ever works by accident. As soon s religion is crossed with money it is worthless. Salesmen selling something pretend in your head, trying to frighten you into believing and paying for something that they aren't even sure about. They sure like the money though.
How did I get from too many books to religion? Bible.
Currently listening:
A Phone Call From God
By Ray Reeves