I’m a labyrinth of hopes and fears
Of tears of frustration and of anger
But if you can break through this wall
And search amongst it all
You’ll find a man there
Who has a heart of love
Who is afraid of getting jaded
Growing older
Who needs someone to love him
Through life’s winter
When the weather grows a little colder
You can have my smiles my tears
My wishes here’s a fortune
To adorn you
I’ll whisper in the night to you
Promise to adore and never scorn you
In my hand the grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh these
Oh these my dreams are yours
current_music: Rick Springfiel in my head – I’ve Done Everything…
current_mood: worried
The only website I actually pay to access is Salon. They’ve been posting some great stuff in their premium section, and I am waiting rather impatiently for them to continue the Caedmon Collection of Thomas’s poems. Meanwhile, I’m stuck in a hotel room and I neglected to burn the 3 CDs I have and bring them along. What a perfect missed opportunity to listen to spoken word works without pausing every 20 seconds to tell the boy to be quiet. Ah, well…
Off to read the daily download. TTFN
current_mood: bored
Although stuck in Tampa for 3 weeks to do one day of work, I’ve got one bright spot: there’s a new Concrete Blonde album! I was wandering through Border’s, buying something to read, and saw the new CD. The whole lineup is together for the first time since 1994’s Mexican Moon. Oh, happy day!
Of course, I’ll have to listen to nothing but air handlers and boring old men tomorrow in the tent, but at least the CD player in the hotel is getting a workout now.
current_music: Default – Deny
current_mood: happy
Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there’s something left for me
So please come stay with me
‘Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me
This page is truly bizarre. I’ve really got to stop picking up weird magazines when I’m on business trips. WYWS had this company listed, so don’t blame me for it. Who wants a bronze replica of the Oklahoma City Federal building, post-bombing? WTF?
current_mood: amused
Listening to a strange potpourri of music lately, from J. Ralph to the Afghan Whigs to Lyle Lovett. This is from the very first Lyle Lovett song I ever heard…
Look
I understand too little too late
I realize there are things you say and do
You can never take back
But what would you be if you didn’t even try
You have to try
So after a lot of thought
I’d like to reconsider
Please
If it’s not too late
Make it a cheeseburger
Coolest thing I’ve heard in a while:
Dylan Thomas reading “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.”
Although, “A Child’s Christmas in Wales” is a very close second. I didn’t realize how funny Thomas could be.
current_music: Pearl Jam – Jeremy
current_mood: happy
OK, BNL have been excised. Now bopping around the near-empty office to Prince’s Peach:
She was pure, every ounce.
I was sure when her titties bounced.
She’s so cool, I’m so ugly
Only a fool
Could think she would love me.
She’s a Peach!
Ooohoo ooohooo
current_music: Prince – Peach
Hopefully by posting the lyrics I’ll exorcise this ditty from my brain this morning. Excerpt from Baby Seat by the Barenaked Ladies:
You can’t live your life in the baby seat
You’ve got to stand on your own
Don’t admit defeat
You can’t live your life in the baby seat
You’ve got to stand on your own
Don’t admit defeat
40 days at sea
Then she turned and said to me
“If we make it back
I’ll renounce Jack Kerouac
And all that romantic crap
Like I’m an artist don’t look back”
Now we’re living somewhere else
We keep opinions to ourselves
But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven
When the working week defeats us
If you think growing up is tough
Then you’ve just not grown enough, baby
Is it wrong to hear “Stone Phillips” announced on the TV and think he should have been a wrestler?
current_mood: tired
Please work it into your conversations as possible. Thank you and have a surreal day.
From BlooJanuary‘s journal…
I must say, I’m all about being a whore. That’s important. Sex is important and delicious. You should fuck as many people as possible at all times. BUT DON’T BE DIRTY ABOUT IT.
An attitude more people need, obviously. hehe
current_mood: amused
The boy has been repeating the tagline from the latest Carl’s Jr commercial all through dinner.
Doan bodda mee, I’m eating!
current_mood: amused
Had to put in this 80s reference…
Your Smiths anthem is… “Cemetry Gates”
You aren’t necessarily the most social of the bunch, but you can relate to those with a similar mindset to yours, and those few people are important to you. You may seem gloomy, but it is actually tempered with a decent sense of what is and is not worth being gloomy about, as well as with a good sense of humor about the world in general.
“Cemetry Gates” is from The Queen Is Dead.
Take the What Is Your Smiths Anthem? Test
current_music: Linkin Park – Step Up
current_mood:
For
David Letterman’s Top Ten Taliban Complaints About Camp X-Ray
10. “Three meals a day and none of them are goat”
9. “‘Death to America’ T-shirts only come in cotton/poly blend”
8. “Can’t get used to this whole warm bed, cooked food, running water thing”
7. “Lying American propaganda makes it seem like Taliban is losing”
6. “Television only gets one channel and it’s CBS”
5. “Achmed totally stole my skit idea for camp talent show”
4. “Have you seen the bathrooms? I’ve lived in caves with better facilities”
3. “Haven’t gotten one X-ray”
2. “Just because you’re a bearded nut in Cuba everyone assumes you know Fidel”
1. “Dude in next cell keeps bragging he used to be head of Enron.”
current_music: Cowboy Mouth – Easy
current_mood:

current_music:
current_mood:
Do it like she like it
So your baby don’t wanna sleep around
Give her what she want when she want
U’re such a hunk so full of spunk, I’ll give U
Head ‘til U’re burnin’ up
Head ‘til U get enough
Head ‘til U’re love is red
Head – love U ‘til U’re dead
U know U’re good, girl
I think U like 2 go down
current_music: Prince – Face Down
current_mood:
I’m working on a project: put all the Prince music I own onto CDROMs as MP3 files. This is turning out to be a lot more music than I originally thought. One thing I noticed was on the “Hits” CD set: lots of the greatest hits have been the adult stuff.
Peach, Head, Come, Cream, Dirty Mind, Do me Baby, Erotic City, Feel U Up, Gett Off, Head (I like head), Horny Toad, Orgasm, Scarlet Pussy, Sleep Around, Head, Soft and Wet…How many of these songs do you recognize? Gotta love Prince.
current_music:
current_mood: horny
From The Onion
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts Described To
Sioux City Relatives
SIOUX CITY, IA – At a family reunion Monday,
Phillip and Melissa DiResta of Orlando, FL,
attempted to convey the taste, texture, and
general deliciousness of Krispy Kreme
doughnuts to their Sioux City relatives.
“They’re doughnuts, but not, like,
doughnut-doughnuts,” Phillip told second
cousin Jon Colangelo. “They’re not like the
cakey, Dunkin’ Donuts kind, but more like,
you know, the ones that are more like bread,
only fried or glazed or something.” Over the
course of the next 10 minutes, Melissa cited
nearly a dozen other popular pastries for
comparative purposes, prompting Colangelo
to express hope that a Krispy Kreme outlet
would one day open in Sioux City.
While I was in Omaha, I finally had the opportunity to partake in what has been described as a near-orgasmic experience, akin to the ambrosia of the gods made dough. Um, I don’t get it. They’re just light donuts with double glazing. Seriously, I’d rather have an apple fritter.
Although, the chocolate-cherry cream filling was quite nice. 🙂

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