Monday, November 30, 2009

The cherub will coax our lips together
Heaven 0n Earth.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Day in the Life of a Girl

We Are The Shape Shifters

We are the shape shifters
The Cool Believers
The indecisive aspirations
The tree bark and the dirt
And we are the Chinooks

Along with the amber sky
Beautiful Sun God

Mountainous thunderstorms
Cumulonimbus anvils
And lightning hammers
Flash flood of rains
Sparked interest in the seed of life

The frost giants of Norway
Sea serpents
A wine land tale

Down to the Wagga Wagga cyclones
I can darken my skin at will
But the brilliance of my mind will always shine white
Shine White
Shine White
Sweet aborigine take me home on your trans-terrestrial space craft

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Green Eyes by Coldplay

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand

That green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
And how could, anybody, deny you

I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, now I've met you
And honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

Green eyes

Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know

That green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who, tried to deny you must be out of their mind

Cause I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, since I met you
Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

Green eyes
Green eyes

Ohohohohooooo
Ohohohohooooo

Ohohohohooooo
Ohohohohooooo

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
I've been reading over my posts, and I really like them. They're good.

A Dusting of Aspiration

I should probably just put this in my list of titles.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Three Laws of Thermodynamics

1) You can't win.

2) You can't break even.

3) You can't get out of the game.

I didn't think of this by the way.

Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso

Weird Dream (warning: this post contains underaged drinking and consumption of illegal hallucinogens)

My dream last night was weird. It starts off with me riding a manual scooter to Sandy, but Sandy was actually Blueberry on San Andreas. And there was a party going on in this building and I didn't know any of the people that were at the party but i started to ride my scooter around inside of the building and there wasnt much room and i was riding under those doors that are in bars, like the ones that are just pieces of wood that are hinged and bend upwards, and i was riding under those with my scooter ducking and stuff, and when the party was over some guy offered me large quantities of alcohol and i accepted and drank it all and then i started to ride my scooter back home but it was up hill and i was trying to stay to the right of the fog line but i kept swerving because i was drunk and i was super scared that i was going to die so i rode back to the bar to sober up. FLASH FORWARD. im in L.A and its night time and im at these apartments on this hill and there is another party and someone has a monster truck and someone is handing out these post-it notes and licking them so i take one and eat it, and it was laced with PCP but i didnt know it was, then we all went down to this field and the sky was cloudy and purple and was talking to us and it had a face of an old man and it was laughing and everyone was having fun, then someone starts driving their monster truck and im really scared that they are going to crash but i get in anyways and they are driving up this hill and we are still all tripping on PCP so im still scared for my life. then i wake up.

this would be labeled death, cars, and nullification of reality if it were labeled.

im sorry for the run on sentences and stuff but it just needed to be said alright. maybe ill revise it later.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Absinthe and Isolation

The Surreality in the Art
Is in the bottle
Is in the green liquid


Never mind. I have no experience with absinthe. I'll finish it once I do.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Like On Venus

Lives are measured in days
In the place of years
The Heroes
Are those who bear the pressure and stand
While everyone else sucks on lava
Bodies crushed like tin cans from the air
Maybe more like bodies than tin cans

An ocean of liquid rock
An island in the center
The sand smelt into glass
And palms trees
With red leaves and fireball fruit

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Day in the Life of a Boy



Almost my favorite Beatles song.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I'm Going To Learn To Play The Sax So I Can Perform My Own Blues.

Jimi The Hendrix

Sunday, November 8, 2009

I don't know why I don't read often. Every time I read a book I like it. I'll probably start reading at some point. I don't know why I don't do it now. Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

One thousand tears nourish my heart like a seedling in a harsh salt desert
The Universe be charitable to take everything and leave you
A blessing

Monday, November 2, 2009

Where have all the pleasant people gone?
Why can't we all just say I love you?
People are born good
Only when they are afraid do they commit unpleasant acts
Stop being afraid
JUST HUMOR ME
GET OVER YOURSELF AND BE NICE
Pleasant
Considerate
Cordial
Courteous
Friendly
Delightful
Kind
Gracious
Affable
Gentle
Good
Benevolent
Nice
Amiable
Warm
Comforting

Stop conforming to a harsh society and become an independent lover.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

The Queen And The Android Squire

Shouldn't you be on a throne, Queen?
Bejeweled in Rubies
Glazed in Sapphires
Clad in Diamonds
And your scepter
A reflection of it's own light
Off of your precious stones
Skin jagged

Android Squire knelt before her toes
Metal scrap
Pig iron
With a mind
Mutual conception
She is made for him
By him
To rule him

It's your truth
Keep it

Ernesto Guevara