Songs of Myself

I remember life when I could joke, and I meant every light-hearted comment, and the future and the grass all glistened towards me.

'I have gotta stop smiling - it gives the wrong impression'

I've got to be honest here: I'm worried. I'm worried that people will find hope in the BNP just as they did in the Nazis, ignoring the most fundamentally worrying aspect of their beliefs (namely racism) and pull out the hope and the prospect from a party of contradictions and bigotry (lol, I originally wrote 'bigamy' here!). Call me dramatic in comparing the BNP to the Nazis if you like but if you look at Germany's history and the political and social state of the German people before chancellorship was given to Adolf Hitler you may see why I worry about such things. That's all I'll say on the subject for tonight because I am rather tipsy.

In other news, everyone should buy the new Manics album.

In other other news, I miss my friends although I feel I need to be further away from everything. My dad once described me as 'an enigma wrapped in a labyrinth inside a riddle' and I'm beginning to wonder if this interpretation might be accurate or not. Either way I really don't think it's a bad thing. I'd hate to be shallow, simple, easy. If I were I might as well not be alive.

I might write a book called 'Songs of Myself'. If Chinua Achebe can take a line from Yeats then why can I not take a title from Whitman?

'A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. '