back to what i was saying, sometime before I was so rudely interrupted 
by the frail whims of real life and all those little bits of living and 
breathing and hoping that tomorrow wouldn't be the day I got fired. But 
here I go rambling again, about all of the little nothings that seem to 
fill my life of late, drowing inside the little thngs, living inside 
the little things, hoping that death will not sneak up and bit me in 
the ass while I am still Ohh so obsessed with the little things and all 
the things between here and where I know and you know, and really, 
everyone knows, I should be. 

Tonight after far too many Bells Pale Ales and four hours of combined 
road trips, too and from Morseland in the stagnant heart of Chicago I 
sit still sobering and thinking that tomorrow and today aren't too 
different. Here I sit, nothing but half digested beer fumes and the 
stale after taste of bar-b-que pork skins between me a a few hours of 
sleep. Right now the only thing that seems to filter through my clouded 
mind is the ohh so cute phrase thats been dying to come bursting out 
all night: Hell is just a pretty word for the difference between where 
you are and where you know you should be.

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Mmm, pork skins.  

There are some who would argue that hell is a stomach full of beer fumes and
pork skins.  :)

I really like that last line, Joe.

hey i live in chicago... you really come to morseland? <i went only once, and
listened to some bad poetry reading... ergh...> but i have friends who used
to do music there who are good musicians, and i dont' live in that
neighborhood.  

by the way i like the ending... and i think i would state the same thing this
way: The difference between Hell and Heaven is the way you perceive where you
are in Reality.  
b
but maybe that ain't the same thing as what you are talking about.  

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