Friday, August 20, 2004
Celebration
It's officially one year since the start of this blog. This is the 100th post. I have 1200 hits. 12 hits per post. 100 hits a month. Impressive?
It's officially one year since the start of this blog. This is the 100th post. I have 1200 hits. 12 hits per post. 100 hits a month. Impressive?
Thursday, August 19, 2004
"I could walk ten thousand miles"
When I say not-done
I certainly mean it
I'll turn cold shoulder
hope you get the message
if not then I'll be
more than glad to confront you
in front of your friends
and spread word to all the rest
guess I'll trust your word
if you know that it is love
guess it'll be sad
that I just wont be a part
I'm sorry you can't see what's right for you
especially when it's right in front of you
When I say not-done
I certainly mean it
I'll turn cold shoulder
hope you get the message
if not then I'll be
more than glad to confront you
in front of your friends
and spread word to all the rest
guess I'll trust your word
if you know that it is love
guess it'll be sad
that I just wont be a part
I'm sorry you can't see what's right for you
especially when it's right in front of you
Monday, August 16, 2004
"The weight of my decisions were impossible to hold, but they were never yours"
I control the country
Ignorant populus controls me
Step out of line and who knows
Something similar to the '76 protest
Foreign officials step in
Say they know what's good
Just let them handle it from here
Ready to renounce the seat of "power"
Anarchy seems the solution
Let the people live day to day
If it makes them happy
But sans government they don't
Get to vote on how happy
Something will make them
By then its already
Survival of the fittest
"I'm me
Me be
Goddamn
I am
I can
Sing and
Hear me
Know me"
I control the country
Ignorant populus controls me
Step out of line and who knows
Something similar to the '76 protest
Foreign officials step in
Say they know what's good
Just let them handle it from here
Ready to renounce the seat of "power"
Anarchy seems the solution
Let the people live day to day
If it makes them happy
But sans government they don't
Get to vote on how happy
Something will make them
By then its already
Survival of the fittest
"I'm me
Me be
Goddamn
I am
I can
Sing and
Hear me
Know me"
Monday, August 09, 2004
"The urge to travel fought with the urge to settle down and dig in."
She stands there on the corner. She looks like she's waiting for someone. In an alternate universe, maybe she is. Maybe she can't wait to see me. Maybe in a different reality I'd go speak to her. But for know I'm stuck between the universes where I am sad for not talking to her and the one where I am glad I didn't. Now this one slowly crumples in on itself because I stand in the middle of choices and write badly about my "sufferings."
She calls me late at night. She tells me all the pangs that she endured while breaking up with her ex. She tells me that even though he was psychotic, there were certain traits that weren't as bad as that one. That she loved to let her hands roam all over his perfect body, reminding me of exactly how many fat cells coated my tormented insides. She tells me that she always picks the crazies and it never changes. She then, casually, says we should go out sometime.
She sounds as though she has better things to do with her time when she listens to me whine. She sounds as though every word she says is prophetic when she talks of her boy problems. Having to siphon through all the choices to pick the ones that would truly make her stand out. It gets so tiring for a girl. All she wants is a man that makes her happy and won't break her heart. She seems to ignore just how many times I have made her laugh while I cry.
"I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with a woman, especially that woman. But I get so goddamned lonely without her.
She stands there on the corner. She looks like she's waiting for someone. In an alternate universe, maybe she is. Maybe she can't wait to see me. Maybe in a different reality I'd go speak to her. But for know I'm stuck between the universes where I am sad for not talking to her and the one where I am glad I didn't. Now this one slowly crumples in on itself because I stand in the middle of choices and write badly about my "sufferings."
She calls me late at night. She tells me all the pangs that she endured while breaking up with her ex. She tells me that even though he was psychotic, there were certain traits that weren't as bad as that one. That she loved to let her hands roam all over his perfect body, reminding me of exactly how many fat cells coated my tormented insides. She tells me that she always picks the crazies and it never changes. She then, casually, says we should go out sometime.
She sounds as though she has better things to do with her time when she listens to me whine. She sounds as though every word she says is prophetic when she talks of her boy problems. Having to siphon through all the choices to pick the ones that would truly make her stand out. It gets so tiring for a girl. All she wants is a man that makes her happy and won't break her heart. She seems to ignore just how many times I have made her laugh while I cry.
"I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with a woman, especially that woman. But I get so goddamned lonely without her.
