Give It Away For Free

I sleep next to the radio when I cannot sleep at all.

The Great Destroyer

Soft from your lips to the rise of your stomach
Your lungs filled with fingers
keep jamming words down my throat
Nothing to steal
we've got nothing to love
Nothing to spill because
we're oh so innocent

Oh on the edge of ...

Jerry Harrison Likes Red

One of my classmates sent me one of those Email Quiz contraptions. I can't stand them, in so much of the cliches or contrived nature of the questions themselves. If I ever wrote a quiz, and wanted to send it out to complete strangers, mine would go a lot like this:

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On the really bad days, the days that I lie on my side staring at the walls, feeling like they're moving in, crushing my chest, on these days I get up, put on my shoes, and go see a movie. I like sitting in the theatre and making up stories about the lives of the people around me. I like believing I'm somewhere else, someone else, even if it isn't real, even if it's only for a few hours. I go and I sit in the dark in the silver light because if I didn't, I'd be completely lost.

Do you have music that you let flow right through you? Do you let it push your body, do you sway with your eyes closed?

Have you ever stood before someone knowing that you are completely vulnerable? Have you ever known what it's like to be levelled just from a look from someone's eyes?

Do you know what it's like to be blind to truth? Do you know what lies you believe in because they make you safe? Do you really know the people who are with you in the room?

Have you ever had a fling with someone who has the same name as you?
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What do I care what a person's favorite color is? I'm either going to forget because it's irrelevant, or if I do remember, it's probably only in a weak attempt to impress them and gain sexual favor.

Why do people pretend to try to get to know each other, but waste the opportunity with useless questions with uncared answers? What are they afraid of?

One-Night Stand

He was your imaginary friend,
You were partners til the end
Then something bends, and then it breaks, your worst mistake
Accepting enemies on bended knees; a litany of tragedies,
You're vexed, it seems you're hexed and after sex he expects
You'll let him off the hook til
Something that you heard while you were sleeping left you
Shaken while he stirred. When you awaken you will
Make him eat his words right off the hook
Hook and line, every time

It's Happening Again

I realized it's Thursday night, but the last day I remember was last Friday. I'm losing track of time. Things aren't getting done.

I have to be careful now.

You Can

There are God Machines in your head alone.

Hello Tomorrow

When'ever I wake up
try and pull the shades up
jour-ney through this
whole
wide
world
I made up