positively absolutely

Listening to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, on vinyl, sipping from a glass full of vodka and seltzer, folding laundry, baking a pumpkin cheesecake, gorging on green curry with shrimp take-out, my mind on exes and where we all went wrong, wanting a chocolate milkshake, watching some shadow float across the ceiling, communing with the ghost of death in my house, slipping into sweet sleep to dream about the dead and wake to still be living.

Five years, Mr. Bowie  

And I thought of Ma, And I wanted to get back there, your face, your race, the way that you talk, I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk, 

Seems I'm always in a mood to jot things down on Sunday nights.  Yeeeeaaaah.  Sunday nights are when I categorize my upcoming week into things to be accomplished, things to bunk off, time to waste, time to not waste....bills to pay, bills to not pay

stuck to my eyes, five years

what a surprise

we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot

five years, that's all we've got, we've got five years

one month has disappeared into a new season.

Seasons affect me differently, time marked, denigrated in a whole new way.  I don't enjoy this "new way" that I've developed.
I get into this periods where I just want to be that saxophone scream, to be my voice out there, the metallic screech so un-decipherable, so understandable.  
SCREAM into nothingness and hope that some echo returns to me that means something, anything.


All I have is my love of love...
and love is not loving

But really, I'm just waiting for a new person to thrill me to my fingertips, make things not boring, and all the men I know are B-O-R-I-N-G.  With their jobs and their fake little suburban lives, be different do something...just change your life.  I am also boring, but at least I own it.

freak out, far out, in out

Watched a soccer game today, and it's just pointless running around on a field, kicking a ball into what???  some goal??  to win?  Like football what the...?  But it's this euphemism for life, right?  The game.  Oh well, I guess I just don't want to be bothered by the bull shit.

Let all the children boogie

So rip open my heart again, do it. Make me think for once, why, don't I just do whatever the hell I want.  But I'm going too...I am.  


Well all the people have got their problems, that ain't nothing new with the help of the good Lord we can all pull through

Please, have my abortion.

I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey

I'm thinking about your tight pants life, how I make them tighter.  Walk, tightrope walking, carnivals, circus, open eyes, massive elephants hitting the ceiling...representatives.

I could fall asleep at night as a rock and roll star, I could fall in love all right as a rock and roll star

Right, so who's going to understand this BS?  I certainly do NOT.  Royalties, jokes, writing about sex, not getting sex, creepy old men, watching young girls without a clue.  They called out to me once, thank god I'm smarter than that. 


Well, she's a tongue twisting storm

 I enjoy the storm, causing a twist with my tongue, people don't know what to think.  Offend me.  Tell me how awful I have become.  Because I don't give a damn.  

Ziggy played guitar

Doesn't everybody?


 Ohh, wham bam thank you ma'm

Oh boy, do I need to say that to be a real non-pinocchio man? Make sense though of what others think each day, holy shit have I become redundant?  I meant to offend. Be honest.  Truth is all that matters.  Pull away that band-aid on the trophy kids and white fenced manicured lawns, be naked and unafraid.  



Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain

You're not alone 

Just turn on with me and you're not alone 
Let's turn on with me and you're not alone
Let's turn on and be not alone



I have given up on love and I don't know if that just makes me sad or what.

K. West does not equal Quest.  

Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful 
Oh gimme your hands.

Alright

Thought I'd give you my...life.
To take and hold til death, we go wrong, but You're the posion that runs, the sting, creeping insecto bite the web of, sink those rotten teeth in until the pleasure pulses through my thighs.

So, here. we. be. 

Wanting. Hiding from a piece of peace?
a lover of all we, don't you know
you tore me apart, tearing me still. this shit, this fuck
this fucked. 
        Up. 
                    Shit.

Taunt me, haunt me, oh spectre
erected ghost, come and
fuck me in the night half sleeping 'til we are
good, spent apes for each other. Those other
bites. Grand ole home, in the hole other place brighten
the blight of this be-speckled soul.

When you're in it, you don't know you are, until you're not. If you think you
are then no, I say.

You stalking vicious prowler, our

love is just fucked.