Friday, March 19, 2010

I sit and I think : If only it were done.


More than a bit.
Sidenote:
I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love -Robert Smith

Saturday, March 13, 2010

That Place

Quelquefois Il y a vieux.
This past.
Il n'ya pas sympa.
That forsaken past.
C'est la vie.
It is torn between two crevices, hewn out of everything false that the jury has imagined.
Ce n'est pas joli, exactly as planned.
It is calculated and tempered and examined, and it doesn't fit and it always will and won't.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Yes, Morocco.



My take on the poetry of Dadaism:
When you make-believe, small shifts repeat thanks. I write joyful expectation. If most relationships opened gratitude, they'd stop cycles. Stomach : open, tip, visualize, clairvoyance. Look, remove famine. Refocus in negative.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Tsk Tsk Tsk

What did I say? Delve far into long term memory. I don't ask this politely.

They Never Listen.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Just Like Honey


Listen to the girl

As she takes on half the world

Moving up and so alive

In her honey dripping beehive, beehive

This girl, so good

It's so good

Walking back to you

And the hardest thing that I can do
For you


That I can do for you

For you


I'd be a plastic toy


I'd be a plastic toy


For you


Eating up the scum


Is the hardest thing to do


Just like honey


For you





Just like honey lyrics-The Jesus and Mary Chain-Psychocandy

I don't have much else to say. Keep a look out for a photo filled post starring my pajamas, but only if that would be agreeable .