and this one
i saw a breif glimpse of what could be
if i was what you thought of me
instead of what i am...
what am i?
higher than the dutch clog-maker we saw
pissed about a president who fucked with the vote
sorry about anything that was really my fault
waiting for my body to get with the program

//and you thought the other shit was depressing?\\
i never had excess; never been needed; a want for a moment; but lost in a second;
and these pictures of lost causes and what never lasts;
seemed i was a star but a min. ago...
package me nicely; linger on bait; always a fuck up; only one date;
need another worry like a new ulcer; couldnt she have waited until she took me home?

im stuck in the middle
between heaven and hell
one just ignores me
no matter how much i yell
the other adores me
and wont be disspelled

---i cant quite these voices inside of my brain...too many thoughts all at once...done with praying...gonna be done with it...make it a show...short breath and then go

momentary lapse in make-believe
"I can't believe I won. I was running against peace, prosperity, and {?forgot this one?}"
-G.W.Bush "president" of the us of a

"There is a squatter on federal property... A man not elected by the people is living in 1600 Pennsylvania Ave."
-Michael Moore, Stupid White Men

more americans have read/are reading Michael Moore's new book than voted for The Fraud In A Suit. and from a man walking away with an Oscar for his film Bowling for Columbine and (supposedly) bruises from his 'acceptance' speech, cut short on TV in blantent censorship. a man more psyched up on america then a NOS'd-out raver on 4 July. Moore's fact-recitation can be read for either side...but the facts are so unbelievable in themselves!...things our 15-minute minds have heard, maybe, but not retained. probably due to their incredibility. not-quite-finished reading it yet, but all ready im beyond bewilderment. what the fuck?!?