God wants an answer:
Who goes there...
When will we break up?
Who wants me to die alone?
Who wants me to break up with diamond rings?
Who wants a brilliant God to eat?
Who wants to die without a friend.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Journal Entry #2
God wants an answer:
Who goes there...
When will we break up?
Who wants me to buy a diamond ring
for a God?
Who wants me to die?
Who wants a life together?
Who wants to die alone.
Who goes there...
When will we break up?
Who wants me to buy a diamond ring
for a God?
Who wants me to die?
Who wants a life together?
Who wants to die alone.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Shit on a stick
I'm at home eating porridge.
Ponderific porridge.
I reviewed his notes, and mine
[he's the only one who's going to believe me]
Ponderific porridge.
I reviewed his notes, and mine
[he's the only one who's going to believe me]
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I murdered your wife and we ran away together...
Launch any missiles lately?
Easy for you to say, my friend.
Know the difference between me and you?
What are we, a rap song?
Mebbe we are…
One thing's for sure...
(I'd tell you, but you'd tell me to --
we're still dilly-dallying in the Inferno
(he denies that Dante loves me)
Easy for you to say, my friend.
Know the difference between me and you?
What are we, a rap song?
Mebbe we are…
One thing's for sure...
(I'd tell you, but you'd tell me to --
we're still dilly-dallying in the Inferno
(he denies that Dante loves me)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
The Winnowing Wisdom of a Fiasco
Them. There’s us, and then there’s thus.
A long time ago, we existed without knowing one another. There was a making of a movie that deemed you incredible. And then you wanted a masking of a frock that told you what nine dollars meant.
People think about telling their presidents what to do. If you wanted to break up with him, you could brilliantly live another life, but what would that be? Would you want to wake up with another brilliant mind that doesn’t want to wake up again? The capper to it all was that we didn’t even want to break up. The bully of it all was that we needed to get married, which today, I had read on the internet, was a promise of a future together. He said we’d get married after he did something big and important, like…? Writing a book. Or we ate enough food. What then? Then we shouldn’t tell anyone what shoes we wear.
Either that, or we really need a filigree tent
PEACE ON EARTH
A long time ago, we existed without knowing one another. There was a making of a movie that deemed you incredible. And then you wanted a masking of a frock that told you what nine dollars meant.
People think about telling their presidents what to do. If you wanted to break up with him, you could brilliantly live another life, but what would that be? Would you want to wake up with another brilliant mind that doesn’t want to wake up again? The capper to it all was that we didn’t even want to break up. The bully of it all was that we needed to get married, which today, I had read on the internet, was a promise of a future together. He said we’d get married after he did something big and important, like…? Writing a book. Or we ate enough food. What then? Then we shouldn’t tell anyone what shoes we wear.
Either that, or we really need a filigree tent
PEACE ON EARTH
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