Moments of MASH & Questions 2 Ask...

There are moments of solitude, moments when you lay your body down and shoot your eyes to an empty dimension in thought; there are moments of great, new acquaintances when you order enough brews to spill your guts into the street; moments when you sit around and tell stories to people you’ve known for less time than the time that has elapsed since your last shower, and these same people confide in you their anecdotes; narratives of neurotic nights, stories of sweet n' spicy sex, of shock and sullen scars, that tell you tales of terror and timelessness around a table. I guess when I look at it, they’re just moments in life like any other…moments like those that come to pass in your lives; and it’s not in these moments where the element lies, rather it’s in the transition…the swing and sting of change that we see taunting us in our desire for comfort…let it haunt us till we leap from the ruts that have become too easily carved by something we claim we’ve always wanted; never-the-less, we never saw it coming. Chances are, we never will.

Then peek back at your yearbook and see all the things you vowed to all those people who became strangers. How many times do you see the word, "forever"? Has "forever" already passed? Did you value those comments like you value them now? Don't forget to remember your first, then remember the worst; and maybe their the same, a mirror in your purse whose reflection you curse. Did you phone in requests to radio stations' "bests", were there times when you broke into school and not know what to do? Did you risk it all and put one "ugly" person in the 4 slots for spouses as you counted in M(ansion) A(ttic) S(hack) H(ouse), and did you feel that the result was a bit empty; that you always lost, even though you picked the prize? Were there carnivals or rodeos, did you study books or throw at foes, did you tp cars or knock on doors, or egg that prick then mop the floor? How long did you wait before you asked your partner to dance, was picture day an important act, did you feel naked in gym when you dropped your pants? Can UC the irony in being cool then? How uncool it is when we pretend. Did university change your style, did different friends don the same smile? Did your life take its course, or did the course take your life? Was it nick @ nite or The Hitchhiker, did Silk Stalkings corrupt your youth; corruption sweetens what is uncouth. And finally, does your past ever catch your future? Does the future ever repeat itself? Is the present ever present when we R never present? And if the answer is no, does that mean it's all as good as waking from a dream now forgotten...does any of it really matter? Why is it so difficult to answer, "no"?