trying to make my brain work

time to upload some new photos this is the last in this set

MY FIRST TIME

Do you ever have those days where you just want to start over, delete everything. All new clothes, new house, new car, new life, new outlook, new career. So i thought about this for awhile over the lovely rainy ass weekend (which is probably what brought this on in the first place).

it's intereting to know that 90% of all american money is contaminated with cocaine.

my hair is pretty today
my eyes still hurt
i am ready for my hut on the beach - surely that doesn't cost all that much - hell i would even go to vietnam or some other once populated and blown up country. they got beaches in IRAN (i raaaaaaan i raaaaaan so far awaaaaaayy)

im trying to find my spirit guide - have you seen him?

I just can't bring myself to clean my bed room today - no idea why i just don't want to do it. So i ask you - where have you been? Huh? Where? I've been in my dirty bedroom all morning, downloading music and pretending its not dirty. I am off to digitally blow stuff up (games) and then clean the room. Its thursday hang out at the house day - i have a list of crap to do that probably won't get done but hey i at least made the list. BYE

Sorting Cards

There was music filtering in from the stereo in the main room. The brothers were being after school rowdy, making noise, wrestling and what ever else it is they do out there. We were sitting on the bed sorting the playing cards, trying to find a set. There had to be at least 6 different kinds in one ziploc bag. We just wanted to play some rummy or something. Go Fish even, because well none of us could remember how many cards you got with that.
"Man some of these cards aren't even playing cards, how in the hell do you expect us to get a set."
"Yeah i know, my brothers toss them around n shit."
"This Joker is all bent up so we can't use that, everyone will know its the joker."
"Yeah thanks for pointing that out."
The sun was setting in the window. My room was in the attic so i had the best windows with the best light.

Ghost Hardware

i cant decide if i want bar tacos or to make my own - i think mine will be better and cheaper and probably will keep me alive a little more in the long run - yes my tacos it is. bye

blue headlights

Sarah wrote epistles on the subject of despair
on the only night last year when there was no love in the air.
Listen friend she wrote, and I heard her pen cry before it broke.
Who are we and why, oh why can't we behave?
We are good people, aren't we? Do you know?

Jon-jon had surprising eyes and narrow black suede shows,
a war to fight in Paris and a sister with the blues.
Pusique ton papa est en voyage you've heard your mother making
love is not what we are Jon-jon, you and I
are rats at cupids table but we're fine.

In the darkest corner of a downstairs gathering
ladybirds and pirate cowboys, made up, conversing.
Islands sinking from musicians, bedtime stories, York Magicians,
but you don't have to worry darling, frozen hearts leave
seetrough scarring, and no one else will know unless you tell.

Drink to ghosts of past years' catastrophic love affairs,
to robes of red and silver tales worn thin from too much care.
Comfort doesn't always come in glasses, but perhaps tonight
I won't be the only one with blue headlights.

Come on ladies, take your love to town.
Pick it up boys, take your love to town.
Everybody, take your love to town.


blue headlights - the shout out louds

why is it?

political sex scandals are so popular?
american fucking idol?
i really hate the news

Do you surf Teddy?

shhhhh one of my favorite songs is coming up next. i am going to sneak up on it. i am so ready for it - it has no idea - okay only 30 seconds away now so get ready... oh its playing its playing - im totally groupieying out right now - yes i just made that word up its fucking awesome just like this song. even the song after is so sexy it should have chest hair and a lump in its leather pants. ahhhhhhhhhhhh. hard nipples, sweaty brows, tapping toes, happy hands - JESUS this is a great track - i love it - i love you god for making this band and themin my earholes like that:D YESSS

your a little freaked out now aren't you?

Recurring Motifs in Historical Flirtings

ive been looking for the perfect tree, not sure if its out there, but i think i will find it soon (no this is not to hang myself from) or to hug. 21 songs begins under a tree, a tree with spindly little leafless hands that go off in all directions in search, waiting for winter to be over so he can put his clothes back on, covering, warming his bark and trunk. Thats the kind of tree i am looking for, i think i will find it in either water works park or loose park. So i took a month off from this thing, yeah it was nice, but now its time to get back to doing things and making things and being silly and happy and looking for trees and people to make out with under the trees and to watch the birds fly south because they do not like the cold much either. If you have scrap wood or left over paint please let me know, i need that kind of thing to make art with, not build me a house under a bridge.