breakfast of champions

vitamins, amphetamines, caffeine, red wine, and toast.

vonnegut rock and roll

burning ears

furthermore why must everything always be so serious? most words don't have meaning and most songs are about nothing. you're half my size yet you're twice as heavy because you fill your blood and your brain with lead until you can hardly move. everyone wants to blame the world for their burden i can't stand the self pity. i married a pessimist, slept with a nihilist, held hands with a narcissist, bled from a fatalist, and laughed with an absurdist. i would love to meet a casual optimist.

open book

revealing all your secrets to a complete stranger washed our stars a dull gray, now i'm barely convinced that i am the exception it all seems more like circumstance. how can your words carry any weight if you are so quick to confess where you come from and where you're going to anyone who will listen at a drunken halloween party? your mystery melted quicker than ice cream on black pavement. caution flew back in the window on a broom last night. nobody wants to date an open book; tales are treasures that ought to be earned. for example:

" 'Why would you swear when I say I love you, Father?'
'You're the man who stands on a street corner with a roll of toilet paper, and written on each square are the words, I love you. And each passer-by, no matter who, gets a square all his or her own. I don't want my square of toilet paper'
'I didn't realize it was toilet paper'
'Until you stop drinking, you're not going to realize anything!' "

[God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater]

patience

the end of a long winter when the snow froze all the parasites and the plants were free to grow anew. its easy to get wrapped up in you, i'll let you sleep in my bed if you promise to play drums for me.  if my dove flies away i've still left the rest behind, holding freedom for the very first time in the past 5 years thank god- i pray this color will not fade nor paint your face a fleeting shade most definitely impossible to erase fortunate i'm a widow bathing in a meadow of freedom and simplicity far away from the storm front careful not to lose my peace 

when I see their faces

it makes me laugh. no one knows how happy they make me and if they did they'd think i was crazy.

"Snow in September"

october 2009

sweep me up

tired of her dull life and the assholes upstairs, Lucy stole an old space ship from the Townsville airport to go visit her father.   last she heard he was heading towards the brink870 galaxy to sail alongside the manatanooses on planet Gomphtek. the manatanooses looked like 50 ton potatoes with whiskers but travelers claimed they made noises more beautiful than angel music.