Commemorative Stamp
Current mood: Does it matter?
Category: Does it matter? Writing and Poetry

To sweeten the deal, consider drinking
to slightly numb the senses against the axis
A broken heart does not impair the senses
so force a commendable difference on paper (if you got it)

change is imminent, it does not care
and looking away won't bring it back
so shake off the rain instead of looking down
at your long lost childhood, with a frown (this was the only one, for those needing it)

It might be some comfort to hear your mother's voice
when the sirens call, but then again...
have another, another drink on me
I'm tired as hell of thinking

By the way, whiskey is better warm.

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My mistress song
Category: Writing and Poetry

My fingers are stale in the lack of her love
my focus lost to all but her.
I find myself bored yet looking (she has me)
 
Still I find new ways to chase her scent
ever spent, this disastrous melody of malcontent...lingers

So I will bring sores, blisters and calloused resent
in the search for myself  in her arms content
As she's so pacified, so what if I lied?

Fearful and dying as my hands are trying
to convince in my heart that she cares.
 
And I play till she bleeds through the strings and then leaves
a song that I  slowly write for her to believe
that I did it for her. (she left me again but who cares?)

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A side fisted ear to a sanitized mind
Current mood: Feel da funk
Category: Feel da funk Writing and Poetry

Please don't tell me that you could possibly care, now.
The secrets kept from you are the ones I hide from myself.
I need....what I need is someone who will hold the mirror for me. Someone to turn with me when I look away.
Time has taken away my time and my dreams have remained asleep.

So I'll talk of propositions and the flight of sanctimony. True to pull an unglued eye from a stricken match. I'll sing of melodies heard before timeless remedies and on any given day, donate a tear for the understanding heard with unspoken words.

Is it fresh or clean when you use cold instead of hot? It's not, I'm told, the words you choose but, how about using them? So where do I begin? The preacher is filled with sin and the teacher of fat is thin. Elongated bonies and perferrated ponies, ladders keep going to the moon. The water is getting harder to swallow the truth. The truth is, one size does not fit all if small is larger than all. And who decides why, the color of blue is sky? Can we surface together in plastic-coated-featherness?

Just watch what you throw away man, that garbage cat knows you.

Just so you know, there wasn't always this much rage. I was told how to wear my hair, of whom to beware. But NOT told how to prepare, for the twist. Now I'm pissed. Because all along, a man wrote the book and he could be wrong.

So now I've got one brick left and you've got a wall to climb.

How handy is it for a pedestrian that can't wave? Or when the legal tender is returned to sender? Blood seems to fall heavier in the times that I care. So now, in light of a sleepless night, I guess I can spare a pint.

This is my anger, this is my plea. This is what created me.

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Endangered species
Current mood: kind of jazzy my friend
Category: kind of jazzy my friend Writing and Poetry

So do you work to hear or to be heard?
A lonely question ignored by the crowd but silently understood by a few.
Some, in time, may find a balance, while others overlook the idea.
A few remain in solitude with only the desire to create, heard or not.

A distant rhythm can be felt fighting common time just outside the circle
Whether it changes the time or not, it is still heard and in that moment, immortal.
It was and anything that was, is, and can never be otherwise to the listeners.
Only slur beat time the down swing and repeat
Nod to the up, friend, nod to the up...rest.

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A futon rant
Current mood: Who needs sour mix?
Category: Who needs sour mix? Writing and Poetry

I stole lines from this for two different songs. It will be interesting down the road if I actually develop a fan base to see who finds this shit and calls me on it.

tell me you're not so naive
as to quote the world twice
don't drink the water
don't drink the water here.

someone sold me the meaning of life
cause I bought it now, half price
please don;t hang up
just don't hang up

my friend you know, jumped off a bridge
so many followed, the bridge fell
hey man, where are you going?
I said hey man, where are you going?

If I tell you secret, will you
keep it between you...
and the people you tell
the people you tell

wake up
I know...
wake up
I know...
just wake me up
before you go.

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Man Lost Boy
Current mood: Wishing my dog liked a good drink

the introduction to loss is often found in the lack of movement
the eyes that understood, the mouth that knew not how to speak
in silence, the understanding formed a bond
greeted you, before the thought was even there for them
never requesting, always prepared, unconditional adoration
a perfect love
a perfect friendship
a coming of age little helper

somewhere a faithful friend lays limp
a boy learns what awaits him before he has learned to respect it
they will not be here forever
only the memories...

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Just odd
Current mood: In awe
Category: In awe Pets and Animals

Last night I had some really odd shit happen. I have fish tanks. Something I do...well I have a 10 gallon hospital tank that I use in case I need to quarantine something and as it stands, I had to quarantine 2 fiddler crabs and a red claw about a month ago because they were fucking with my live plants. The plants had not established a good root system yet and these little bastards were just pulling them up.

Long story short, one got out(or so it seemed). If there is a way out of a tank, they will find it. So I am down to two. My mom gets a tank and wants a crab and she takes it home. Well this particular crab was very aggressive and pretty much killed all the fish in her tank. The little bastard  would even come out from under a rock to attack your hand when you were moving things around. So she did not want it anymore. So I took it home and threw it in my hospital tank with the other two, I'm now back up to 3 crabs.

Now I want you to keep in mind the time frame from which crab #1 disappeared and crab #3 entered the tank. It was at least 3 weeks ago that crab #3 entered the tank and about a week before that crab #1 vanished.

I get in after midnight from helping out at the high school with the musical and I start to go to bed and as I am sure you have already figured out, 4 crabs in the tank. It took both my roommate Larry and I about 15 minutes and a CSI kit to figure out how the hell this happened. Granted, for the first 5 minutes we were just staring at the tank saying WTF?

Turns out the Houdini crab had shimmied up the filter tube, climbed into the water spout of the return and down inside the hang on back filter and this is where he lived for almost a month. Keep in mind he survived on the FILTERED chamber side of the filter. So he was not even lucky enough to be on the side that collects debris. So I'm feeding this guy a steak dinner today just for pulling through this shit.

Oh and my stupid fucking African Dwarf frog dies in pristine conditions! Pussy!

That, my friends is why I love pets :)

Currently listening : Jazz 'Round Midnight: Mel Tormé By Mel Tormé Release date: 17 May, 1994

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SPAMMERS
Current mood: My foot's asleep
Category: My foot's asleep MySpace

Yeah, of course my first blog has to be a rant. What else could it be?

You know if these ass hounds even read half my profile they would know I am not going to fall for a friend request/message with a request to email them on a yahoo email account.

I go my entire life only had dated one girl capable of being a model and all of the sudden I am supposed to believe I have found the secret combination of text and photos on a page that makes me so cool and irresitable that I am bombarded by hot women who JUST CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR FROM ME? Their myspace pages always, always has one picture and like 3 friends (Tom being one of them).

Come on guys, look at my pics. Read the profile.

1. I don't attract those kind of women.
2. I am smart enough to delete your stupid request.

So why waste the bandwidth?
My advice to you spammers is to direct your bullshit bots at a page that is covered in myspace glitter and stickers. Set targets to shirtless ab-flexed tools and you will probably get someone to send you an email to one of these yahoo accounts to which you can then add them to your list and pound them with "ENLARGE YOUR COCK AND WATCH MY WEBCAM" emails.

eh, fuck it.

Currently listening : Mezmerize By System of a Down Release date: 17 May, 2005

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