Thursday, August 28, 2008

LAst

When the axe falls , where does all the blood go. Socially inept, crystal clear , on the seas of disaster, steering the ship breaking the rules
Twisting like fools, its not fair, its not really there, just a fading reminder of the last semblence of reality.
Where does skinny begin and death end, dredged in the silence of the insane mind. Shocking prickly needles under my skin accross my mind . Ingenious design. Are words benign?
LAst to the dance first to the corruptible force. Whats next...?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

What!!!

My level of anger reached a peak today, the stress of it all is getting to me, reach for something that is never there, where did it go, how far will the noise extend , this is a malicious blend of fire and menace. What's left when all you have is nothing, like a flame that burns just out of reach.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Hauntingly Amazing

WhenI was really young I had a friend who was obsessed with heavy metal, he introduced me to Metallica, Tesla and Maiden. Fortunately it didn't stick, but Sanitarium rocks me still.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

As I see it...

Today was tough, I think I have had my last E-drink. It makes me feel awake and alert but the after effects are not cool. I find myself very short fused and lacking any patience. I had a Amp last week that relaxed me to the point I felt like this might not be legal, placebo effect I don't know. Sometimes I have to learn the hard way. I had a dream that I won't share , but it brought to light some interest ing points to my life.
Until the next time...

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Midnight Oil

When I listen too The Oils it takes me way back to the Wherehouse days the JR high days, the awkward days. The poetic political verse of Peter Garrett taught me about Aussie ills and oppression. What did I care I was a pubescent teen in the Sonorran desert worried about faking it through another waste of time clarinet band class or not participating in the student council meeting that got me out of the history class and the fifth showing of Red Dawn. (That movie is great for freaking kids out during the cold war). However, the Oils made me care about the political world around me. How many kids do you know that watched the Gov. Meacham impeachment trials and the Clinton one for that manner. Guess what I named my kid Nixon. Is there any wonder that I am a huge G. Gordon Liddy fan. I tune out of the talk radio scene during election years so I can form my own opinion with out either sides spin. I also keep my sanity. I read All Too Human by George Stephanopolous and I record This Week with George S every Sunday. I have to watch it on Sunday or the show is irrelevant the next day. So if the Beds are Burning, the C130 Hercules, is dropping on your Dreamworld guess what that is Progress.


Seriously the best dancer ever, something I tried to copy.