The Game Is Over

Lyrics:

“The Game Is Over”

Had enough I’ve really had enough
Had enough of denial
I’m not alright but I’m not gonna lie I don’t know that I ever was

All alone I’ve waited, all alone
Held it in as I played by your rules I’ve been biting my lip but I’m losing my grip
I’m coming down down down

When all the hate burns off I’m left here with the pain
Behind our vain devices are we all the same

Change me into something I believe in
Change me so I don’t have to pretend

Take a breath and try to play along but I’m a terrible liar
I feel the world like a brick on my chest and the party’s just begun

Throw the rope I’m wading
Through the mud
From your mouth flow a thousand truths
But you know there’s only one

When all the hate burns off I’m left here with the pain

Change me into something I believe in
Change me so I don’t have to pretend
Sweet words they mean nothing they’re not true
cause the game is over

I want it all or I want nothing at all
maybe I can change me into something I believe in
Change me so I don’t have to pretend
Your sweet words they mean nothing save your breath
The game is over

No Matter How Close We Are…

“No matter how close we are to another person, few human relationships are as free from strife, disagreement, and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish – consciously or unconsciously – that we were as innocent as they are, and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness, the betrayals, and the cruelties of this world are unknown.” ―Dean Koontz

Fourth of July Caturday

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This year was extremely frightening and traumatizing for my cats. They were terrified in a way I have never seen before and I pray I never see it again. I am outraged by the crap my neighbors pulled. The streets were full of smoke, cars couldn’t get through, and it was a major problem waiting to happen if, G-d forbid, an ambulance or fire truck needed to get through. Visibility was extremely poor. Whatever people are using that sounds like an explosion going off was awful for my own trauma history. I’m actually relieved I have a phone appointment with my doctor next week. This was BAD and continues to be worse with every passing moment.