December 2004 Archives
the nickel dropped
when i was on
my way beyond
the rubicon
what did i do?
and the games that i could handle
and then the ones with a candle
what can i do?
i'm a frightened fickle person
fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin'
what should i do?
oooh, after all the folderol
hauling over cold stops
what will i do?
can't take a good day without a bad one
don't feel just to smile until i had one
where did i learn?
i make a fuss about a little thing
the rhyme is losing to the riddling
where's the turn?
i don't want a home,
my home is where my habits have a habitat
why give a turn?
oooh, after all the folderol
hauling over coals stops
what did i learn?
i am likely to miss the main event
if i stop to cry and complain again
so i will keep a deliberate pace
let the damn breeze dry my face
ooh mister wait until you see
what i plan to be
i've got a plan to demand and it just began
and if you're right, you'll agree
here's coming a better version of me
here's coming a better version of me
here comes a better version of me
I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here.
But we are.
It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.
But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't.
They kept going.
Because they were holding on to something.
I guess it's out of respect for you
That I let my words always get the best of me
And it's out of respect for you
I'm going to let you go
I'm going to watch you be a star from the back of my mind
So I'm going roll and I'm going fill up my time
'Cause it so much harder to float around
Than it is to hit the ground
I've got to breakthrough
Just let me breakthrough
Please
Please
I'm kind of surprised I don't feel so bad
When I think about the kind of week I've had
I look at things in a positive way
It's the brand new me as of the other day
And I walk, with the air beneath my feet
It is so much harder to float around
Than it is to hit the ground
I've got to breakthrough
Just let me breakthrough
Please
Why can't I see
You don't want to see this side of me
Why can't I know
You don't want to know how far I'll go
Please You know it's so much harder to float around
Than it is to hit the ground
You've got to breakthrough
Please
Please
Please
Please
Please
Please
i always name it, then write it. maybe that is the wrong way. maybe it's a way that is more difficult than if it were to occur in the opposite order. maybe it just shapes the things that i write in such a way as to taint them, making the words that appear here title-biased. anyway, that's what i do. so you and i must make the best of it.
have i ever told you i hate living alone?
this is to say:
a. i hate being alone
b. i hate that i am the only person who occupies my rental space
c. i hate being alone
tonight i have a supremely clear head, and it feels like heaven.
wondering? none
doubts? gone
fear? zero
direction? declared
path to destination? mapped
ETA? soon...
Aha! Yes! Eureka!
You couldn't pop this bubble with a stick pin.
If this fails, then I have no more ansers.
I don't. I just don't. Do you? Do you know? If you do, will you tell me, please?
do it with verve! it's gotta be done anyway, so make the experience your own. be your own guide through the things that must done, do not allow yourself to be guided. overcome the tendency. you have a brain, use it. you are not an animal, you can control your instincts. plow on through - as Roger Miller might say "knuckle down buckle down do it do it do it!" even the king of the road was happy, you can be, too. apply your personality. use epoxy. make it stick. of course, none of this will make it possible to rollerskate in a buffalo herd. i've heard that's overrated anyway.
Wop Bop A-lu Bop A Lop Bam Boom!
I still don't have anything, and it's late, and I need to go bed, and it's better to not say anything than fill up a post with some stupid run-on sentence explaining that you're too tired and too lazy to come up something to write about on your site.
another day older,
deeper in debt.
Okay, how bad does your life have to suck when the most enjoyable part of your life is being at work?
I dread the weekends now. They're long, boring, and lonely. And I'm broke as hell right now and will be until after the first of the year.
Jeebus. Make it stop!
wash, rinse, repeat.
REPEAT!!!
OK, for something interesting. I came across a site last that blew my mind. It was Rachel Waterman's Live Journal. The top entry noted that her mother had just been murdered. As it turns out, she hired some guys to do the murdering!
And as a clear-headed browser, I took a screenshot of the site when it was still up. Click here to read it! And for confirmation's sake, here's a news story confirming the murder conspiracy thing.
It gave me chills...that's some freaky shit!
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