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Apr. 2nd, 2015 | 10:52 pm
location: tx
mood: curious/nostalgic
music: war

does anyone ever lurk here, anymore? every once in awhile i hear a friend drop a livejournal dis and i think of this here journal and you there peeps and this sort of frozen cache of parts of my life... just sitting here in space (cyber).

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Feb. 5th, 2011 | 12:53 pm
music: MDC - american achievements

This is pretty cool:

http://www.odditycentral.com/pics/meet-the-real-life-invisible-man.html

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one of the greatest songs ever written.

Feb. 1st, 2011 | 02:46 pm

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Jan. 3rd, 2011 | 02:41 pm

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Nov. 28th, 2010 | 06:13 pm

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i'm fifteen again. what!?!

Nov. 20th, 2010 | 01:05 pm

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Nov. 18th, 2010 | 03:03 am

god... damn it. fuck you!!~111!!!1



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marry me, dinah cancer?

Nov. 10th, 2010 | 12:17 pm

really digging 45 grave right now. i hate all the excessive information included in this youtube post but i like the single + b-side together. i don't like the way wax sounds live but from the 45 it sounds great... reminds me of melvins a little/certain parts.



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Nov. 3rd, 2010 | 04:09 pm



i'm goin' upstairs, and bring down all of my clothes
i'm goin' upstairs, and bring down all of my clothes
where i go baby, you will never know
my mother dead and gone, my father don't want me around
my mother dead and gone, my father don't want me around
don't you know baby, i ain't got no place to go
you know, you know, you don't want me no more
no you don't
you know, you know, baby you don't want me no more
you can love babe, with your younger stud, baby
got a house on the water, you know i don't need no land
have mercy on me
got a house on the water, you know i don't need no land,
when i'm dead and gone, bury me in the deep blue sea

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Nov. 2nd, 2010 | 01:42 pm

if i needed you would you come to me,
would you come to me, and ease my pain?
if you needed me
i would come to you
i'd swim the seas for to ease your pain

in the night forlorn the morning's born
and the morning shines with the lights of love
you will miss sunrise if you close your eyes
that would break my heart in two

the lady's with me now since i showed her how
to lay her lily hand in mine
loop and lil agree she's a sight to see
and a treasure for the poor to find

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Oct. 29th, 2010 | 11:16 am

hear that lonesome whippoorwill
he sounds too blue to fly
the midnight train is whining low
i'm so lonesome i could cry

i've never seen a night so long
when time goes crawling by
the moon just went behind a cloud
to hide its face and cry

have you ever seen a robin weep
when leaves begin to die
that means he's lost the will to live
i'm so lonesome i could cry

the silence of a falling star
lights up a purple sky
and as i wonder where you are
i'm so lonesome i could cry


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Oct. 9th, 2010 | 04:24 pm

x-ray spex germ free adolescents sounds better than ever this afternoon



also

i can't control my fingers i can't control my toes
oh no oh oh oh oh

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time to get high bitches.

Aug. 12th, 2010 | 08:07 pm

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cotten/dylan

Jul. 9th, 2010 | 12:08 pm

Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
They won't know what route I've gone

When I am dead and in my grave
No more good times here I crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
Tell them all that I've gone to sleep

Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
They won't know what route I've gone

When I die, Lord, bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut street
Then I can hear old Number 9
As she comes rolling by

Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
They won't know what route I've gone


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I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
Simplify you, classify you
Deny, defy or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you

No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you
Frighten you or tighten you
Drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you

I ain’t lookin’ to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up
Analyze you, categorize you
Finalize you or advertise you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you

I don’t want to straight-face you
Race or chase you, track or trace you
Or disgrace you or displace you
Or define you or confine you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you

I don’t want to meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or select you or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you

I don’t want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you out
I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me
See like me or be like me
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you

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takes a lot to laugh

Jul. 8th, 2010 | 04:27 am

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill.
Well, I've been up all night
Leanin' on the window sill.
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don't make it,
You know my baby will.

Don't the moon look good, mama,
Shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look good
Goin' down over the sea?
But don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

Now the wintertime is coming,
The windows are filled with frost.
I went to tell everybody,
But I could not get across.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss.
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.

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streams of whiskey ftw

Jun. 10th, 2010 | 01:57 pm

Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of life's philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always went slack
And now that I've a pile
I'll go down to the Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet
But I'll leave there on my back

Because I'm going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I'm going, I'm going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There was nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer

Because I'm going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

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Jun. 3rd, 2010 | 02:43 am
music: dio - we rock









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May. 21st, 2010 | 09:00 pm

heads of state who ride and wrangle,
who look at your face from more than one angle,
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives through chicken mcNuggets.

now heads of state who ride and wrangle,
who look at your face from more than one angle,
can cut you from their bloated budgets
like sharpened knives through chicken mcNuggets.

shut the fuck up.
shut the fuck up.
learn to buck up.
shut the fuck up.
learn to buck up.

now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder,
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.

now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
we'll eat your children and steal your thunder,
while heavy torsos that heave and hurl
who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.

shut the fuck up.
shut the fuck up.
learn to buck up.
shut the fuck up.
learn to buck up.

now simple feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smoky spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness
than somber thoughts of burning planets.

now clever feet that flicker like fire
and burn like candles in smoky spires
do more to turn my joy to sadness
than somber thoughts of burning planets.

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Feb. 11th, 2010 | 04:25 pm

I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
Where I was born and partly raised.

Your mother says I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise, darling:
I'll see you on God's golden shore.

Through this open world I'm about to trouble
Through ice and snows, sleet and rain
I'm about to ride that morning railroad
Perhaps I'll die on that train.

I'm going back to Colorado
The place that I started from
If I had known how bad you'd treat me honey
I never would have come.


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Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
There's just one kind of favor I'll ask for you
You can see that my grave is kept clean.

And there's two white horses following me
And there's two white horses following me
I got two white horses following me
Waiting on my burying ground.

Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Did you ever hear that coffin sound?
Means another poor boy is underground.

Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Did you ever hear them church bells toll?
Means another poor boy is dead and gone.

And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
Now I believe what the Bible told.

There's just one last favor I'll ask for you
And there's one last favor I'll ask for you
There's just one last favor I'll ask for you
See that my grave is kept clean.

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Jan. 25th, 2010 | 11:18 pm

It's nothing left of what was sacred,
If there was I’m sure we’d break it, 'cause that’s just the way we are, man
And it’s far too late to change it...
And the places, and the vases, and the flowers cut to fit them.

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Dec. 23rd, 2009 | 04:55 pm

have you ever had a ride in a light blue car?
have you ever stopped to think
who's the slave and who's the master?
have you ever had trouble with your
automobile?
have you ever had to
push push push push?

cartrouble
you might have seen them very busy at the
weekends licking and polishing the beep-
beeps into
shape and then its proudly up the M.1. M.2.
M.3.
and keep your feet off the upholstery Ronnie
cartrouble oh yeah
and remember this:-
you don't need anything after an icecream
I used to sit at home silently and wonder
why all the preference is polishing the
chrome
while all the mothers and the sisters and the
babies
sit and rot at home
cartrouble oh yeah
and remember this
you don't need anything after an icecream
car carcar trouble car carcar trouble ...

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a million things.

Oct. 21st, 2009 | 10:45 pm























































yes, etc., my fucking heart, bitch. that you can't have.

i didn't really do you no harm, but you fucked me over a thousand times for that. these lights on the ground burn like artificial stars for us, passionately we live our lives for us, still non-plussed as us, i ain't even holdin' a grudge for us.

step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
and from this worldly life, you'll soon depart

yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive
beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested
with more destruction, my vocal eruption
was speakin bout corruption with no introduction
approach me with caution cause i spark losses
m-illitant the rap arson, marchin
leavin niggaz stiff like i'm starchin, departin
hollywood sambos and jokes just like martin
i'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward
with a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword
some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold
they shall be flawed, when the claps applaud
if this a point of life, one i can't afford
then i have to get sheist and i deal in fraud
now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher
with more drama than a soap opera
who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander
puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander
warn every challenger, about the silencer
muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar

step into the realm you're bound to get caught,
and from this worldy life you'll soon depart

i'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical
undergrads, and steady red faces of stone
eyes are crevices, life like a double negative
philly criminal, I rhyme my, dirt tariq already did
buildin this, fifth foundation in the wilderness
thoughtless, trespass and enter thoughts fortress
limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the
cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless
defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches
the beat fifth, invisible in the trenches
afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem
fuck stardom, and chickens up in gotham
poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me
STOP THAT, cash we conveniently got that
i stroll through your scenery cocked back
me and hot mack, the nine-eight, el dorado cadillac jacks

step into the realm you're bound to get caught
and from this worldy life you'll soon depart

yo, the feet that i walk with
the ears that i hear with, the eyes that i see with
the mouth that i talk with, the terror that i stalk with
now it's time to spark shit

look God, i walk around a little edgy already
ya'll MC's come into my face, but my aim's steady
m-illitant is skilled in most strategic plan
i float across seas and, breezed across land
standin, in these thoughts of murder within
the structure of this world that's corrupted with sin
i'm always hittin, to leave MC's guessin for
any transgression, in my perimeter
there will be a blessing, and your explicit intoxicated
buddha session, to stop stressin
me with the madness, puttin niggaz on my had list
no sadness is felt, you shuffled and your cards get dealt
jim carrey ass niggaz start to melt
impact like a buckle bein swung from off a belt
any help for shelter, when in the realms of a welter
my weight will tilt ya, hold alignments and change your filter
my attitude a product of society
so sometimes for gratitude, you know you can't rely on me
niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety
wonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety
yo, it depends on which one, you bring to surface
at times I get trife, but what to worship is my purpose
malik b blend with the tree, to spot an enemy
you cloggin me up cat, now vacate the vicinity

yo, the feet that i walk with
the ears that i hear with, the eyes that i see with
the mouth that i talk with, the terror that i stalk with
now it's time to spark shit

i'm symbolic to a ballot, it's abdul malik
don't approach with bullshit, i'm quick to call it invalid
route through your district, we keep it simplistic
no need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt
show me the vault, or the safe, cause i'm on the paper chase
wade through route states for bout thirty down my waist
i'm tryin to get it, these rain bottlin thoughts become acidic
with one in the chamber, ready to aim and spit it
a girlfriend and team made nigga cash just splintered
i take what you got to give, cause i got to live
the last hour, i bet your ass
might act up, but i still can pass dowa
i'm usin new ways to try to reach these better days
instead of tryin to take you under i just make you wonder
i still fast, make salaat, and pay zakaat
i didn't make haj yet, but that's my next project
livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies
keepin a ho, knowin these hands into my du'a
in the quarters livin modest with my nigga trotter
i circle my foes, like tawaf around the kaba
i used to live life, like there was no manana
now i'm treatin every breath, like it was your honor
i'm mill-itill-itant with the fifth that stand firm
like a pillar, i'm i and T-L like manilla

yo, the feet that i walk with
the ears that i hear with, the eyes that i see with
the mouth that i talk with, the terror that i stalk with
now it's time to spark shit

this is what it's all about

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Sep. 25th, 2009 | 02:44 pm

you'll be given love
you'll be taken care of
you'll be given love
you have to trust it
maybe not from the sources
you've poured yours
maybe not
from the directions
you are
staring at
twist your head around
it's all around you
all is full of love
all around you
all is full of love
you just ain't receiving
all is full of love
your phone is off the hook
all is full of love
your doors are all shut
all is full of love
in any language
all is full of love

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Sep. 21st, 2009 | 05:41 am

hand in glove
the sun shines out of our behinds
no, it's not like any other love
this one is different - because it's us

hand in glove
we can go wherever we please
and everything depends upon
how near you stand to me

and if the people stare
then the people stare
oh, i really don't know and i really don't care

kiss my shades

hand in glove
the good people laugh
yes, we may be hidden by rags
but we've something they'll never have

hand in glove
the sun shines out of our behinds
yes, we may be hidden by rags
but we've something they'll never have

and if the people stare
then the people stare
oh, i really don't know and i really don't care

kiss my shades, oh

so, hand in glove i stake my claim
i'll fight to the last breath

if they dare touch a hair on your head
i'll fight to the last breath

for the good life is out there somewhere
so stay on my arm, you little charmer

but i know my luck too well
yes, i know my luck too well
and i'll probably never see you again
i'll probably never see you again
i'll probably never see you again
oh



listen to the smiths and read minus because you forgot how to sleep again and you'd die for a cigarette even though you quit a week ago. youre all nerves all nerves. all fucking nerves.

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i've never done well with goodbyes.

Aug. 30th, 2009 | 03:10 pm
mood: champagne poppers.

last night was the mckenzies' last show. they've seen me through two relationships and bein' single in between. seen 'em at two westfests, chances, notsuohs, the mink, mangos, boondocks, and they'd really become my favorite houston band to watch/dance to. the first time i saw them everybody rushed up on stage to dance with them, and the last time i saw them they got on the dance floor and danced with us. i almost cried a little. i still have silly string in my hair.

the other bands all laid down some dope ass, shit, too, of course. also highlights: di throws an ice cube at justice's head and he turns around, throws it back and hits me square in the nose with it makes it up to me with a free drink and the oklahomos wtf?

i've had a really long weekend. sleep what's that? seen a lot of people i haven't seen in a long time. highlight was probably seeing matt h. at poisongirl. wtf, january? and i never go there, either, because every time i do someone i'm with starts yelling at somebody's abusive boyfriend or i have one too many glasses of absinthe/long islands and start turning over trash cans.

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Aug. 26th, 2009 | 02:11 pm

dream on child of change
throw your javelin through the sun
pierce the heart of everyone
though we push to slave the days
this is not reality, this is just formality
the cup is only being filled
for the chance to have it spilled
flowing, just like the days
sailing, just like the days
flowing, just like the days
sailing, just like the days

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headed for hell in a hurried hearse.

Apr. 14th, 2009 | 02:30 pm
mood: haiku

i just got a job//hooray!

i'm so excited
happy, and caffeinated
i might have a stroke

He had a stroke at the age of 24
It could have been a brilliant career
Painting lines in a school that was too well known
Painting lines with a friend that had gone before
She challenged everyone to a fight
But the people all backed down
And they ran her out of town
Cause she drank and swore and spoke
Out of turn, she was the village joke

She had a stroke at the age of 24
It could have been a brilliant career
Getting clients to finance her strategies
Filling time in on Safeways on Saturday
She wears the clothes of an emperor
But her paintings are a sham
And they're going for a grand
When the dealers come to view
Do they ever see the real you?

He had a stroke at the age of 24
It could have been a brilliant career
Selling lies to the boys with the old Dansettes
Pulling the wool, playing the fool, it's no wonder that
He is dribbling spit tonight
And the one he sent away
Was the only one who stayed
With a spoon and a decent book
And you can tell by the way she looks she is sorry and resigned
As he wets himself for the final time

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Jan. 28th, 2009 | 01:03 pm

it's my birthday. i'm 22. i'm still here. got in a really bad car accident a couple nights ago, passenger side got creamed, and we spun out off the road into a telephone pole and ripped a street sign out of the ground that went flying into the back of a parked car. but i came out with just a bruise on my right shoulder. an airbag saved my life.

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Nov. 21st, 2008 | 11:56 am

I like to think of myself as the white Flava Flav.

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Oct. 9th, 2008 | 07:16 pm

YO BITCHES WASSUP?!

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Oct. 1st, 2008 | 05:47 pm

You're such a weirdo
With your green socks
I really want to shave your eyebrows off
You're a strange one
With your skipalong
And your hula hoop and your yo-yo
My favorite thing about you is you don't even know what normal means
People point at you in the street
And you just laugh and say "pity me"

You're a freak out
but you make sense
'cause you never sit upon a fence
In fact you don't know
where the fence is
cos you've lost your contact lenses

My favorite thing about you is you don't even know what normal means
People point at you in the street
And you just laugh and say "pity me"

I love you, you weirdo
You're such a weirdo
You're such a weirdo
You're such a bouncing ball of weirdness
You're such a weirdo
You're such a weirdo
You're such a certifiable weirdo
I don't mind

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tongue in cheek.

Sep. 2nd, 2008 | 06:33 am
music: fl - wy

when i walk with you i feel weird
when i talk with you i feel weird
when i'm standing here i feel strange
when you're standing near i feel strange
all that I know
is my mind is blown
when i'm with you
when i'm...
when you're touching me i feel great
when i'm touching you hallucinate
when i'm standing here i feel strange
when you're standing near i feel strange
all that i know
is my mind is blown
when i'm with you
when i'm...

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life's just not fun right now. shiiiit.

Aug. 15th, 2008 | 09:59 pm

houston's me own personal version of hell,
travel's me own personal version of heaven.

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Aug. 8th, 2008 | 04:38 am
mood: still drunk-ish.
music: smog in brane.

THANK YOU FIREWATER!!!!

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more ssion.

Jul. 29th, 2008 | 01:08 am
mood: coming down.

flash already posted this one,
but i like it a lot so fuck it!

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ssion.

Jul. 28th, 2008 | 11:13 pm

kcrepresent

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Jul. 26th, 2008 | 05:55 pm
music: bbtohaveandtohavenot

just because you're better than me
doesn't mean i'm lazy
just because you're going forwards
doesn't mean i'm going backwards


i'm so. fuckin'. tired. but i can't. sleep. shoot me.shootmeh.shootmehhhhhhhhhhhhglkdgjfhd BEHHHHHHHHH BEHHHHHHHHHHHH

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i'm 19 going on 30.

Jul. 14th, 2008 | 03:19 am
music: punkin pie

tonight i'm crying my eyes out
for all the problems
i can't solve for the people i love.
for all the things i wish i could fuckin' do.
i love you i love you i love you
i'm so sorry i couldn't give you the solutions that you needed.
i solve my problems by drinking and writing.
but i love you i love you i love you
i wish i could be of help
fuck how i wish i could be of help.

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do do do do do do

Jul. 13th, 2008 | 02:41 pm
mood: advertising

i wrote a poem

RED BULL
RED FUCKING BULL
FUCKING RED FUCKING BULL!!!!!
MARLBORO REDS!
RED RED RED!
FUCK YEAH!

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i can't believe you just ralphed in front of those FEMALES.

Jul. 13th, 2008 | 01:27 am
mood: centered.
music: otis redding - "cigarettes & coffee". also "paper planes" and "i like giants"

flash took 22 pictures in kansas city, of the charles mansion where we stayed for a couple of nights, and on top of jane's roof where we slept for a night. thought i'd post 'em for those who are curious, sorry that there are so many but i felt like if i didn't post all of 'em it wouldn't do our trip justice, and i even feel like there aren't enough pictures to really give you enough of a feel for the place. at least i put 'em behind a cut, i almost didn't because i'm perverse and enjoy annoying the crap out of people.

kansas cityCollapse )

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Jul. 12th, 2008 | 04:57 pm



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new mexico song

Jul. 11th, 2008 | 02:09 pm
music: johnny hobo & the freight trains - new mexico song

as he lights an american spirit
he asks how i can smoke such shit
i say there's nothing like chainsmoking
G-P-C cigarettes
cuz any smokes will kill ya
but these will make you feel like it

i sit back down
on the parking lot curb
and remember back to february
the trip to hartford

and five minutes ago
he was passed out on the staircase
trying to make it to his appartment
but not making it all the way

and now he's driving us
100 miles an hour down the interstate
another beer in his hand
swearin' we won't be late

that was before everyone moved to new mexico
they all left a couple of months ago
until the day my friend
when i sleep on the floor of your van again

i'll be waiting in this parking lot
and in my dreams, i am dirty broke, beautiful, and free

my hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching too many miles

we aren't revolutionaries, but we are the revolution
and sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
and maybe we'd all be better off if that was true

cuz then we'd at least know where we stand
and we could tell our comrades apart from the man
cuz if the world isn't that simple
maybe this town is at least

and if i'm not marching with them for war i'm sure not marching with you for peace

class traitor? what fucking ever!
i'm just another middle class kid, too
but if i'm not good at changing, i'm good at self loathing
so i'll class hate myself with you

may our only occupation be not having a job
and may the only cocktails we make be molotov

may that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how
it starts in this parking lot, and in my dreams, i am dirty broke beautiful and free
my hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching too many miles

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Jul. 3rd, 2008 | 01:53 pm
music: black sabbath - sweet leaf

leavin' for kansas city soon.
check list:

mix cd - check
thermos full o' green/black tea/soy milk - check
cooler full o' agua - check
shirts, pants, underoos, toothbrushntoothpaste, socks cell phone charger stuffed quickly and sloppily into backpack - check
perhaps more than what would be considered a healthy dose of enthusiasm/excitement - check
pills - check
need: one time use camera + more tobaccy + a shot of caffeine intravenous-stylee

still re-orienting myself to reality after the three spliffs i smoked yesterday. should be aight.
missing the girl.
i think i've got a case of writer's block, or something. or perhaps just brain block. i've been feeling highly uncreative lately. when i get back i'm sure i'll have some things to write, though.

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Jul. 1st, 2008 | 07:40 pm
music: tom waits

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

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Jun. 30th, 2008 | 03:40 am
music: smog

When I was seven
I asked my mother
To trip me to the bay
And put me on a ship
And lower me down
Lower me out of here

Because when I was seven
I wanted to live in a bathysphere

Between coral
Silent eel
Silver swordfish
I can't really feel or dream down here

And if the water should cut my line
And if the water should cut my line
Set me free
And if the water should cut my line
Set me free, I don't mind
I'll be the lost sailor, my home is the sea

When I was seven
My father said to me
'But you can't swim'
And I've never dreamed of the sea again

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Jun. 26th, 2008 | 12:18 am
music: unwound - "october all over"

only in october, now it's nearly over
maybe in november if you can remember

when it rains it feels like shame
remind yourself after work
to find a new city to blame
lock yourself in the house
sometimes you'll laugh so hard you'll cry

only in october, now it's nearly over
maybe in november if you can remember

broken teeth for months it seems
like you like hell
weekend comes and now you feel
like your after life.
sometimes you'll laugh so hard you'll cry

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what does one know when he or she is intelligent?

Jun. 20th, 2008 | 09:54 pm
music: smog

it happens on a side street maybe
it happens on a main street maybe
lion bites zebra neck
zebra stomps lion head
it's just this
justice aversion
the improper way
things are done today
i root for the underdog
no matter who they are
like the bank robber
in the getaway car
it's just this
justice aversion
the improper way
things are done today
we could stay up all night talking
about our animal nature
and the universe's hesitance
to grant us grace
it could happen on a side street maybe
it could happen on main street maybe
it's just this
justice aversion
i root for the underdog
no matter who they are
like the bank robber
in the getaway car


i'll take the hard road
i believe i'll see you there
in a cyclone of stones
wooden spikes in your hair
or maybe you'll be restin'
leanin' up against a busted fence
pluck a bur from your coat
then we're back up on the hard road
we could sleep in a barn
bathe in a lake
steal a pie
let hunger dictate
the steps we take
along the hard road
and when winter comes
we'll borrow from
the nearest washing line
and when summer comes
it's almost impossible
not to have a good time
out on the hard road

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Jun. 10th, 2008 | 11:09 pm

where are you going? i don't mind
i've killed my world and i've killed my time
so where do i go, what will i see?
i see many people comin' after me
so where are you going to? i don't mind
if i live too long i'm afraid i'll die
so i will follow you wherever you go
if your offered hand is still open to me
strangers on this road we are on
we are not two we are one
so you've been where i've just come
from the land that brings losers on
so we will share this road we walk
and mind our mouths and beware our talk
'til peace we find tell you what i'll do
all the things i own i will share with you
and if i feel tomorrow like i feel today
we'll take what we want and give the rest away
strangers on this road we are on
we are not two we are one
holy man and holy priest
this love of life makes me weak at my knees
and when we get there make your play
cuz soon i feel you're gonna carry us away
in a promised lie you made us believe
for many men there is so much grief
and my mind is proud but it aches with rage
and if i live too long i'm afraid i'll die
strangers on this road we are on
we are not two we are one
strangers on this road we are on
we are not two we are one

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this entry is called "marry me PJ, we even play the same kind of guitar."

Jun. 9th, 2008 | 04:02 pm

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Jun. 7th, 2008 | 10:39 pm

i can't believe that life's so complex
when i just want to sit here and watch you undress

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