Today is my last nothing day...

All I did, today, was laundry and cooking meals...well, I also sent out 9 post cards to politicians about the hideous situation where ICE is ripping children away from their parents because they dared to come here seeking asylum. I sent post cards because they're harder to ignore than letters or emails, and I used Norman Rockwell's Southern Justice to send home the message -- that the right wing is taking us back to a time when people got killed just for registering others to vote.

I sent one to Jeff Sessions, since he apparently approves of this shit. Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell are too full of their hypocrisy to give a damn, but they got one, as well...as did Czar Snowflake, his chief ass-kisser-Pence and Sarah Huckabee Sanders along with Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer for not doing enough to end this.

But it's come to me that I have a lot of things I need to do and I'm wasting too damn much time on the internet just coasting. Doing nothing but wandering. It's not acceptable. I have not only Place of Safety to write but I want to rework the Cowboy King of Texas into a romantic-comedy novel, and Carli's Kills and Blood Angel into erotic horror and even do 5 Dates as a YA novel.

But what really brought it home is Imagine Dragons. They wrote a powerhouse song -- Demons -- that yanks me into an old script/play/rock musical I was going to write based on Aristophanes' The Birds.

Set in the future, it involves cyber-punks fighting against the overlord who own the internet. Two men from the overlords find them, wanting to escape the rigid enforcement of their life. One's straight, one's gay...even though his DNA was supposedly adjusted in the womb so he would come out straight...but didn't work. His name is Arden, and he is tortured by how he's been treated by his world. One of the punks, Olney, falls for him...and this could have been their duet as Olney fights to get Arden to see things will be all right if he lets himself love and be loved...

Olney:
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

Arden

I want to hide the truth

Olney

I want to shelter you

Arden

But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come

Olney

This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat

Arden

Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close

Olney
It’s dark inside

Arden
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Olney

When the curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Arden

Don’t want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t want to hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed

Olney and Arden

This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

Olney

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes

Arden
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close

Olney

It’s dark inside

Arden

It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Olney

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate

Arden

It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Olney

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light

Arden

I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

Arden and Olney

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

My plan was to use this (and some songs by Muse) as a template to write the play, with this as the end of act 1. Grandiose, true, since I can't write music...but dammit...I want it to be done...

So, Kyle, stop wasting time and start asking yourself, Why the hell not?