Tuesday, September 22, 2009

yet another post with a jim morisson reference

the future's uncertain and the end is always near...

let it roll, baby roll.. let it roll baby roll..

guess you can only say that happily if you woke up in the morning and grabbed yourself a beer.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

i am no longer 19. i behave like a juvenile around him because its the only way i will feel somewhat less jaded. but to everyone else and maybe in reality, i am hollow and embittered.
and so and so and so
we breathe
and live and get by
and keep the voices from rising

and so we colour
a faded navy blue
we call this a living
this wet thread
wrapped around our vocal chords
as we listen
to a thousand words of noise
and a banshee's scream
rises within quietly.

and so and so and so
we get by.