Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
I guess you don't need it
I guess you don't want me to repeat it
But everything I have to give I'll give to you
It's not like we planned it
You tried to stay, but you could not stand it
To see me shut down slow
As though it was an easy thing to do
Listen when
All of this around us'll fall over
I tell you what we're gonna do
You will shelter me my love
And I will shelter you
I will shelter you
I left you heartbroken, but not until those very words were spoken
Has anybody ever made such a fool out of you
It's hard to believe it
Even as my eyes do see it
The very things that made you live are killing you
Listen when all of this around us'll fall over
I tell you what we're gonna do
You will shelter me my love
I will shelter you
Listen when
All of this around us'll fall over
I tell you what we're gonna do
You will shelter me my love
I will shelter you
If you shelter me too
I will shelter you.
Friday, July 22, 2011
The Tao of Californication
"here we are" she thought, "at the edge of the world, the very edge of western civilization and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way towards the end of days."
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Man Who Didn't Know What Was His
There was a man who didn't know what was his.
He thought as a boy that some demon forced him
To wear "his" clothes and live in "his" room
And sit on "his" chair and be a child of "his" parents.
Each time he sat down to dinner, it happened again.
His own birthday party belonged to someone else.
And- was it sweet potatoes that he liked?-
He should resist them. Whose plate is this?
This man will be like a lean-to attached
To a house. It doesn't have a foundation.
This man is helpful and hostile in each moment.
This man leans toward you and leans away.
He's charming, this man who doesn't know what is his.
-Robert Bly
He thought as a boy that some demon forced him
To wear "his" clothes and live in "his" room
And sit on "his" chair and be a child of "his" parents.
Each time he sat down to dinner, it happened again.
His own birthday party belonged to someone else.
And- was it sweet potatoes that he liked?-
He should resist them. Whose plate is this?
This man will be like a lean-to attached
To a house. It doesn't have a foundation.
This man is helpful and hostile in each moment.
This man leans toward you and leans away.
He's charming, this man who doesn't know what is his.
-Robert Bly
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
The long winding ride home...
"I remember- Monday making your eyes red.
Still don't know what it is that I said."
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"And I shout that you're all fake
and you should have seen the look on your face
and I guess that's what it takes
when comparing your belly aches.
And it's been a long time
which agrees with this watch of mine.
And I know that I missed you.
And I'm sorry if I dissed you."
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And now I see and hear things that are not there.
And it's only right if no one cares.
But this long drive is where I feel safe.
I don't feel like the world is wrong.
I'm not wrong in this car with my hands at 10 and 2 or 8 and 4..
Or with no hands at all.
My words disappear when they exit my mouth and I search for them, but they really are gone.
Forgetting the first song, and the last song. I vaguely even remember the middle parts.
I know it was dark and tragic and full of "woe is me's".
Full of empty fog that blocks the road of my thoughts.
A big full wall of fog that is nothing more than thick water droplets suspended in the atmosphere.
It blocks the truth from entering each and every orifice of my being.
Reading words to try and absorb them.
It won't be the words that save me.
Not sitting, not believing, not achieving.
Truth will need every brain cell, every movement, every phoneme.
Still don't know what it is that I said."
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"And I shout that you're all fake
and you should have seen the look on your face
and I guess that's what it takes
when comparing your belly aches.
And it's been a long time
which agrees with this watch of mine.
And I know that I missed you.
And I'm sorry if I dissed you."
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And now I see and hear things that are not there.
And it's only right if no one cares.
But this long drive is where I feel safe.
I don't feel like the world is wrong.
I'm not wrong in this car with my hands at 10 and 2 or 8 and 4..
Or with no hands at all.
My words disappear when they exit my mouth and I search for them, but they really are gone.
Forgetting the first song, and the last song. I vaguely even remember the middle parts.
I know it was dark and tragic and full of "woe is me's".
Full of empty fog that blocks the road of my thoughts.
A big full wall of fog that is nothing more than thick water droplets suspended in the atmosphere.
It blocks the truth from entering each and every orifice of my being.
Reading words to try and absorb them.
It won't be the words that save me.
Not sitting, not believing, not achieving.
Truth will need every brain cell, every movement, every phoneme.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Glimpses.
I found peace, in my way
But it didn't last, beyond the day
I've had glimpses around the bend
But in the morning, I start again
I feel the sun, hot on my face
And I hear my blood giving way
I've had some glimpses around the bend
You know if I didn't, I'd have killed myself today
Now mama I'm so tired, from the bullshit
My soul cried, from the bullshit
And I'm so tired,
But I know I'll make it with you by my side
Perhaps I'm crazy
Still I'm thinking, there is change in the air
We were trying together
Now we're trying just to care
Now if we find peace
Oh let it stay
Let it last beyond the day
I've had glimpses of our tomorrow
But Lord if I didn't I'd kill myself today
Now mama I'm so tried, from the bullshit
My soul cried, from the bullshit
I'm so tired
I know I'll make it with you by my side
But it didn't last, beyond the day
I've had glimpses around the bend
But in the morning, I start again
I feel the sun, hot on my face
And I hear my blood giving way
I've had some glimpses around the bend
You know if I didn't, I'd have killed myself today
Now mama I'm so tired, from the bullshit
My soul cried, from the bullshit
And I'm so tired,
But I know I'll make it with you by my side
Perhaps I'm crazy
Still I'm thinking, there is change in the air
We were trying together
Now we're trying just to care
Now if we find peace
Oh let it stay
Let it last beyond the day
I've had glimpses of our tomorrow
But Lord if I didn't I'd kill myself today
Now mama I'm so tried, from the bullshit
My soul cried, from the bullshit
I'm so tired
I know I'll make it with you by my side
Friday, July 15, 2011
"Good morning. In the land of the lotus eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you're dreaming, the next your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times, if only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don't know how I got here, but here I am... rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake at least. The clock is ticking, the gap is widening. She won't always love me no matter what." -Hank Moody
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
The truest quotes for the present moment.
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
Carl Jung
Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.
Dale Carnegie
Friday, July 8, 2011
Pardon my French, but this is fucking amazing.
And I will walk you home
And I will leave you there
I'll take the books you stole
And leave a heart that bears this
I hope you have what you need
I hope the moon is listening
I hope you have what you need
I gave my soul my body
I hope you have what you need
I hope the moon is listening
I hope you have what you need
I gave you soul and body
And if things had changed
I would have buried you deep in my heart
And if things had stayed the same
I would have carried you as far as the sky
Whatever has us now
I can't forget somehow
For to forget a love is to regret
And what is love is regret
And what isn't love is a test
And if things had changed
I would have buried you deep in my heart
And if things had stayed the same
I would have carried you as far as the sky
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in love?
Hold your tongue
Hold your tongue
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in love?
Hold your tongue
Hold your tongue
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in love?
Hold your tongue
Hold your tongue
'Cause if things had changed
I would have buried you deep in my heart
And if things had stayed the same
I would have carried you as far as the sky
Far far away
Whatever has us now
I can't forget somehow
For to forget a love is to regret
Thursday, July 7, 2011
On/off, hot/cold, here/there switch.
______________________________________________________
So save it if you will
Stop the doctor, crush the pill
The simple life is overrated
I have simply had my fill.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
I wasted my breath, and yeah, I trust even less.
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INFANTREE.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
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