Normally the subject "News flash" means that the post will contain the text "_____ died."

This is a News flash post, however, it was George Carlin. Which just sucks. I can't even make jokes about that. He was one of the most amazing comedians I've ever seen or heard.

CNN story here: http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/06/23/carlin.obit/index.html

Rest in Peace, Mr. Carlin

Seb: "your IQ challenges those of ordinary garden tools."

Part three in my "Real Men Of Parking Genius" series brings us images from here in MD, Richmond, VA and one picture in Savannah, GA courtesy of Ms. Irene Hepler.









Part four to follow once I've acquired some more pictures. Feel free to send me some (only ones you've taken yourself--nothing found on the Internet).

I never will understand the glimmer in your eyes. Moments die down as a revolving sunset. The flicker inside, plain site. Two sides tell another story of sinking. I can't let you see me tearing up, eating from the feeding screen of static. It's you, it's me. Moments that never were, remain the same. It's painfully numb to live from this day forward.

I was told that the heart is nothing that leads into misery. Why feel someone without feeling phases and position? Nothing is real and I ask each time it comes. It lies to me until god screams to pull away. Wouldn't you rather walk through each breath because you charge through walls?

So lost and losing. Losing control. Losing all control. Losing all control of everyone I know. Losing all control of myself. Losing myself. Losing. Lost.

Yet I know how it will end. The inevitable outcome is all too familiar. I wish this wasn't so; I wish I could change it. It is no one's fault. It is not your fault. Your apologies are not necessary (because I know you will feel compelled after reading this).

I am but a simple sea creature in comparison.

I am cryptic to a fault on purpose.

"it would be shit, because a thousand happy people all walking around in blissful happiness, never having known sadness, would be no state of happiness at all."

"Life is not about convincing people who you are. Life is being who you are."

Every once in a while he writes something in his livejournal that makes me think.

My blog now has an RSS feed. I use it on Facebook and a couple of people actually asked for one, so I'm publicly announcing the URL.

http://johnsettino.com/rss/

Charlton Heston died.

You can't help who you love. Your mind doesn't control your heart. Maybe some subconscious neural shit does, but not your conscious mind. Sometimes though, your heart controls your mind.

What you think, what you feel, what you do; it will encompass everything. It will become every aspect of your life until you live and breathe the person that you love. You will become your love; your love will become you. You will be known by your love. It will cloud your thoughts, it will make your heart palpitate as it never has before. It will be the air you breathe, the food you eat. Every sound, smell, sight and touch will be a stimulus, a constant never ending reminder. Never questioning. Never faltering.

I have been there and it was amazing. People thought I was insane. But being in love like that is the best feeling in the world. It is pure mental ecstasy. Never questioning. Never faltering. It just was, and it was perfect. It's ended and it's gone and it's been years since I've had any semblance of the bliss it was, but I will always remember. I will never forget the feeling.

The future is unwritten, undetermined, uncertain. Spring is coming and that is certain; a new season; out with the old and in with the new, or maybe even in with the old. Summer is soon to follow and I will surely breathe easier; with my lungs, with my mind and with my heart. Will it bring a refrain of some past? A lost love? A stolen kiss? Only time will tell, but one thing is for sure: I will live. I will be whole with you. For there is hope and love of such proportions that no one will comprehend. Never questioning. Never faltering.

Epic.