[...one last thought:]
the moment that we count as now
ever changing
full of peril
ups
and downs.
ecstatic joy
and pain; horrible, horrible
pain.
we roll with punches
we get knocked down
its how we deal with it
that measures a man
not his fists.

[ witty 116 ]
hey boy
youve got some pretty, pretty
words
hanging off your sleeve.
do you weep aloud? in public
places?
hanging out your thoughts
like it was laudry day
for feelings
for all the world to
critisize
that wicked, wicked world which you
despise
why bare yourself so naked to those
uncaring,
soulless eyes?
do you hope that they may
notice you?
shower you with their hollow words of
praise?
only to turn their eyes angrily at your
eager second try.
oh, you beautiful boy with that
motley collection of words
pinned on to your shirt
like literary pearls.

{quote of the week}
"whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong."
~oscar wilde~

...and a special thanks to Michael for his assist on Saturday afternoon...
thanks buddy...hope you made it to church...

...oh yeah?
a pot-smoking, ghetto-fabulous, christian pre-school teacher with fake boobs...

...say it 5 times REALLY fast...

[ pondering good thoughts ]

at the start of a new day
when the sun begins its crawl
until the grandfather clock
chimes an ending to it all
can i sit here with a bottle
can i give up to the calm
im sure that happiness will follow
if i can believe anything at all
well,
the sun is gonna rise and
cleanse this body once again
so sick of trying now that ive
got something i can
believe in...

[ the silent observer ]
breathe into me
a whole new life. to be
over-stated &
much, too much, too
under-rated.
like the power
of a lover's smile.
an attempt to warm my blood
im waiting right here
for you
yeah, with few inhibitions
maybe i can put
my imagination to use.
or i can scream,
'Damn the Torpedoes!';
fuck fear
and the truth.
how long has it been
since
we felt like this?
never, never
never before.
no care, control
or a desire to.
just you, my girl
just you.
my heart
made of ashes
and used paper plates
is yours for the asking
to do
as you please.

you dumb friggin swede...
i find it hilarious that you
can
assume your own importance
and
relevance in my world
to be so great.
why would i be angry
with you
i got the girl.

[pause]
last nite i saw something
and it cleared up
my head

[omg]
silly little things can
make me feel sweet
again
having their way
with me
and stay while im in bed
sleeping.
darling,
you know whats best for me
'cause you are that very
thing
so unexpectedly
you fit like a puzzle piece
right into my blue sky
and
right now,
i dont want to think
'd rather just let things
be
and live out this life.

[ running smooth ]

a well-oiled machine

[can you say...]
i cannot change what
has
been done; the past isnt
important
right?
so why does my
blood
boil?
why am i swelling
with
rage?
i'd like to go down and
bash some teeth in
with my trusty floor-jack
bar of steal.
next is the signature
the knee-cap must go
yeah
i'm playing golf with it buddy
FORE!
i'd love to see a trend
develop here
people
all those who
are
the inexcusable
will be known for the very
noticable
limp
from the lack of a
right knee

[ most especially today ]
oh my god!
these fuck-nut, dim-wit, goddamn yuppie shits!
driving around like maniacs
with kids!
SUV's like bullets in the storm
dodging the red-lights
with cell-phone side-arm
i honk at you, bitch
yeah, im talking to you!
you're husband is fucking his secretary!
he's a commission only martgage loan officer!
he's sold off your kids education
for a tax break and some blow!
GODDAMN!!!
goddamn you for making me this angry!

[pfff!]
i power out this shit
so
why cant i make
a dime
why isnt some
money-bag producers
calling me
saying to me
we love what you do
we love who you are
we want to exploit you
put your face on a hundred dollar bill
why?
because fat-cat money-men
handle the less aware
they're scared of me
they know i'd laugh in their faces
all the way to the bank

[pseudo]
rocking back and forth
on a train thats bound for paris
france
lost in the back
with my luggage in
limbo
i danced with the faery
of my solitary
nights
she dances
with sugar
i spiked with my tea
and the language barrier
was not even seen
four words and im hopeless
again
and she winks...

[b]
i was locked in a cage
with all this time on my hands
staining them red
as if blood from the dead
like a bird with clipped wings
how i wanted to fly
and the scariest thing
not once did i cry
at the ghastly things
that i saw that they did
brutal animal-fucks
they deserve what they get

[ spl-it! ]

with your hair in your face
you look pessemistic
would it help if you loved
and im sure that he does
in the moments we laugh
will you sit all alone
in the back of your home
you once shared with a man
who said he loved you back
but it wasnt enough
no it wasnt enough
for you...

crawling all the way back
to that place in your head
where we felt every touch
and he knew we cared
when you stare at the face
staring out from a mirror
do you want to laugh out
or make you want to cry...

help...

im finding harder and harder
to breathe
an everyday thing
that shouldnt take anything
but im losing the drive
im losing control
im lost and cant find my way home
carry me there
lay with me there
sleep

[pfff!]

drink away this
night with
me
im drunk and im horny
and have no where else
to be

[indeed]

...to the creatures of last night
who hung with the groove
thanks for the high times
we must do it again soon