one arm tied behind my back
i have a couple things to post and dont feel like separating them so:
to my love from firenze; please dont let this love end
i'll bribe angels or gods to win back your heart
i love you and feel it in the tiny quarks that make cells...
that make up all the fucked up peices of me...
but you said you loved me, i know it was true
please try to forgive as i have and would you...
put it behind, chalk it up to the past
i want yours to be the face, and the voice i hear last...
tell me you hate me, call me names in languages i cant understand
but atleast let me know youre okay; still breathe; or demand-
that i come to you right now, this very week
pick you up in cab and sweep you up of your feet
carry you away to live out as one
let all this be over and our new life just begun;
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...i have begun recording {for all you horny ghosts out there} again...under the name 'dirty pigeons'...my fetish with monkeys has been replaced with birds...after a brief exploit at life in The City, and finding it lacking in civility...i have re-focused myself into readying a new release...a working title is "bi-polar-manic-insomniac, seeks same; must have own drum-set; snorkle a plus"...a bit long but we'll see...
...so having returned to the now infamous OC, the county hated my millions, worshipped by many, and is itself another cog in the great life-eating machinery...i have tooled around with evan and neil of "a white-wall advertisement"...a couple of ghetto fabulous rappers from miami named 'Freeze' and 'Ski-Mask'...who kicked out some mean rhymes...a debut show is in the works at AAA ELEKTRA Co-Op Art museum in orange...more to follow...and i can be occasionally found monday nights at kelly mcCue's in mission potatoe, off los alisos past jeronimo...keep the name radiation-burned into what passes as a cerbrum in your neaderthal-like cranium...or better yet, write it down...anywhere...everywhere..."dirty pigeons will shit on your head" ...get a sharpie and go for a walk...send me a pic of a public exhibition like this and you will win a free dirty pigeons t-shirt, stickers, used condoms, and all sorts of goodies...maybe even free tickets to the up-coming CD release party {if my psychotic-perfectionist-tendancies dont mutilate this release like all the others}...cross your fingers...take a deep breath...count to ten...fondle yourself as needed to alleviate stress...
...keep checking here for more 'dirty pigeons' news updates/info
-bd
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"i get up when i want, except on thursdays when i get rudely awakened my the gas man; i get out of bed, put my trousers on, and i THINK about leaving me house...
...johns got thru and thru; he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of him...
...i feed the squirels, i sometimes feed the sparrows too; it gives me an enormous sense of well-being; and then im happy for the rest of the day; safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it..."
"you should cut down on your park-life, boy...get some exorcise..."
"all the people, so many people; and they all go 'round and 'round all day; park-life"
no feelings were hurt in the making of this message