The Long Haul

I used to joke that you wouldn't make it to February.

You lied.

Ain't No Trip To Paris Gonna Fix

Lately I've been thinking

I don't care if I live or if I die

You say, "Let's go to Paris, babe.

Forget about your troubles in the sky."

Some things you can mend with glue or tie with bits of string

Others you can try your best, but it won't do a thing

Now you know that I love you

You're the only thing I ever miss

But something in me's breaking, babe

That ain't no trip to Paris gonna fix

Lately I've been wondering,

"What's the point of living anyway?"

You bring me twelve pink roses

Say they help to melt the blues away

Something in me now has turned a darker shade than that

And it's so hard to fade a stain once it's gone to black

Now you know that I love you

You're the only thing I ever miss

But something in me's aching, babe

That ain't no dozen roses gonna fix

Lately I've been wishing

For all these hopeless thoughts to leave my mind

You say, "Let's go to Paris, babe.

You can leave your worried head behind."

Well, I have tried to outrun other sorrows in my past

Funny how those demons have a way of coming back

Now you know that I love you

You're the only thing I ever miss

But something in me's dying, babe

That ain't no trip to Paris gonna fix

Something in me's dying, babe

That ain't no trip to Paris gonna fix

-- Michelle Lewis, "Paris"

http://www.bfninyourears.net/content/TSYM_Live/TSYM21-45-Michelle_Lewis-Paris.mp3

Threshold

Whatever doesn't kills you doesn't make you stronger.

It only makes you harder.

It's that, or death.

So . . . at what point is death the better option?

'Cause this isn't living.

This is persevering.

This is one failed attempt after another to find a viable alternative . . . and it only feels like delaying the inevitable.

Wrath of Sandburg

SUBJECT:I call shenanigans on you!

You don't belong here? "I'm stubborn, willful, wily, overeager, passionate, perverse and independent. I am oftentimes skeptical, but I am never jaded. I have a big heart, a merciless logic, a sharp wit and a strong compulsion to fight for what's fair. I was born at the right time in the wrong generation. I stay awake too late because I believe that nothing ever gets solved in your sleep. I suffer from wanderlust."

Clearly you are Chicago. In fact, that sounds like this generation's Carl Sandburg!
http://carl-sandburg.com/chicago.htm

B!

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B.,

It would be nice to be this generation's Sandburg, but I don't think the Chicago of today can even come close to matching the badassery of his Chicago. In fact, I'm willing to bet that if Sandburg were alive to see what this city has become, he would catch a cab to Addison & Clark, get off at the corner and just start punching. He'd be throwing haymakers left and right and slowly, methodically work his way south to Rush Street before hopping the Blue Line over to Wicker Park to wreak further havoc.

Justin

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I like that mental image quite a bit. But even with the rampant douchebaggery in this city, I still think it is one of kind and could collectively kick the ass of any other city out there.

But I am still going to visualize Sandburg throwing haymakers left and right as he makes his way south. That man would definitely hate popped collars.

B.

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'Tis a truly magnificent city that can both nurture and abide the hideous Wrath of Sandburg.

Justin