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Thursday, October 03, 2002
THE REAL THING
Life continues to unfold into puzzles of chaos.
When it rains, it storms.
Millions and trillions of falling beats... the mice scurry,
and my thoughts hurry as not to lose them. What's next?
Please let it be sex, or a decent nights rest.
This smile on my face is riddled with confusion.
It slants to the one side.This smile disguises the fact that inside
I am like a barren bone decorated with a hide.
War rings out to the world. My problems are small,
like they matter at all. I wear this smile
in the spirit of celebration and all our relations...
I swallow up the ugly frown/ drop it off at the edge of town/
scope it out and look 'em up & down/
kick it's ass right out of the sound!
Enough of that gabble-babble tic-toc.
I'll talk to ya' all like regular monkies.
The cold teeth of winter bites harder into the poor.
Be thankful for power, gas and electricity.
Be thankful to be warm. Especially if it's in the arms of another. Be thankful that you get to fork over
more of your money to the man. Be thankful you haven't
gone out and killed somebody,
and that you amounted to more than that piece of shit
somebody once tried convincing you, you were.
Be thankful you'd rather be a bum before you'd be a whore.
Be thankful you're a hooker without herpes,
and not a rapist with rabies. Be thankful that you're a rapist
who broke your own heart, and can never rape again.
I don't know where this is going.
According to traditional rock stories, you've got to be
"down and out" before you "make it" big.
That makes good news out of all this bullshit then.
Technically, I should be selling my soul
to rock 'n roll anyday now.
Meanwhile, "an eastend collective" has been
conjouring up a music benefit show,
which will be the beginning seeds to what will later be manifested into a musical/arts resource centre.
Here's to the spirit!
Musically, life is exciting right now. Financially, my lifes a joke
with no punchline, yet! Mentally, I am a woven basket.
Physically, I reak of tobacco.
Spiritually, I am a fallen muzikal angel
who oums once a blue moon.
Sexually, I'm all wound up- with nowhere to let my cum go.
But hey, if you ask me how I'm doing, well, I'm fine!
How about you?
I sent out about a million e-mails
to a certain blonde babe lastnight,
and am going to end this post by quoting myself,
"Humour belongs in everything, especially sex,
that's why "god" made pussyfarts."
posted by Milli
at 10/03/2002 12:50:00 AM
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