![]() ![]() And it will rain a sense of salvation from the philistinic graspings of the world. Deryck Whibley 5 Everything can change in the blink of an eye. Teddy Bridgewater 6 Green Day was more of the influence than Blink. Everything he knows changes in the blink of an eye. Raven Goodwin 7 Approach each day with the same mindset that your opportunity can come within a blink of an eye. It will make poets drunk and winos sober, and polish the horns of the slugs.Īnd it will rain a miracle. When hes late for work, fate takes a turn for the worse his life is turned upside down. Rain will eat the old warpaths, spill the huckleberries, cause toadstools to rise like loaves. ![]() Legends will wash from desecrated burial grounds, graffiti will run down alley walls. It will hiss in the electrical substations, on the tips of lit cigarettes, and in the trash fires of the dispossessed. It will hiss around the prows of fishing boats. And it will rain a disorder, and hair-raising hisses from the oldest snake in the world. It will glisten on the claws of nighttime animals.Īnd it will rain a screaming. It will take on the colors of beer signs and headlamps. Water will stream off eaves and umbrellas. Vapors will billow from the troll-infested ditches, challenging windshield wipers, disgusing intentions and golden arches. Ancient shamans, rained from their rest in dead tree trunks, will clack their clamshell teeth in the submerged doorways of video parlors. But the man who lives that span, he is something. But the eye that blinks, that is something. Moisture will gleam on the beak of the Raven. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. Mossy-haired lunatics will roam the dripping peninsulas. Wells will fill with drowned ants, basements with fossils. And it will rain dangers and pale eggs of the beast. Rain will dramatize the countryside, sewing pearls into every web, winding silk around every stump, redrawing the horizon line with a badly frayed brush dipped in tea and quicksilver.Īnd it will rain an omen. Rain will primitivize the cities, slowing every wheel, animating every gutter, diffusing commercial neon into smeary blooms of esoteric calligraphy. And it will rain sorceries and saturnine eyes of the totem. Rain will fall in sweeps, it will fall in drones, it will fall in cascades of cheap Zen jewelry.Īnd it will rain a fever. They will rise with the geese from the marshes and sloughs. The rains will steal down from the Sasquatch slopes. I thrive here on the certainty that no matter how parched my glands, how anhydrous the creek beds, how withered the weeds in the lawn, it's only a matter of time before the rains come home. Our sky can go from lapis to tin in the blink of an eye. So dont ever put off telling someone how you feel about them, dont assume that they know. ![]()
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