Voice Of Mars: On Marriage

hooks.jpg“Do you think we’ll ever manage to get married?” I asked the soldier. “I wonder sometimes if it will ever be possible.”

“Well yeah we’ll get married. I’m willin’,’ he said.

“Willin? You’re willin?” I started singing, Little Feat, “If you give me weed, whites and wine….” I belted it out. “I’ll be willin’! To be married!”

“No, now come on P. Just cause I don’t have any fancy words like you do – HORRIFIC (a word he thinks I overuse / misuse) … doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.”

“Willing?”

He blushed. “Okay, how about this. Let me think of something. Let me think…”

I stared at him from the other end of the hall the way Dora does. “You can’t do it. You can’t think of a word,” I said in challenge.

“Yes I can! How about this. Let’s get married. Let’s get married, 110%… though I be the lone survivor!” he said with eye wide and grinning.

Recognizing the Ranger Creed, I decided that was pretty good – so off the hook he came.


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Voice Of Mars: On Marriage — 6 Comments

  1. I really like the word “willing,” I’ve heard that in order to make changes or make things happen or “manifest” things, an individual has to be “willing.” Say I want to change a bad habit, maybe I don’t have the knowledge or skill set to manifest the change immediately however if I’m willing, the other stuff falls into place. I’m not familiar with the Little Feat song though, so maybe I’ve missed the mark?

  2. Little Feat
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWwgwADwHh0

    I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
    I’m drunk and dirty don’t ya know, and I’m still, willin’
    Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light
    Alice, Dallas Alice

    I’ve been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
    Tehachapi to Tonapah
    Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made
    Driven the back roads so I wouldn’t get weighed
    And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
    and you show me a sign
    I’ll be willin’, to be movin’

    I’ve been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
    Had my head stoved in, but I’m still on my feet and I’m still… willin’
    Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
    baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I’m still

    And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
    Tehachapi to Tonapah
    Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made
    Driven the back roads so I wouldn’t get weighed
    And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
    and you show me a sign
    I’ll be willin’, to be movin

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