schecki, etc.

The Messiah was holding the little girl's pet bunny, hugging it to his cheek with the big back feet swinging free. He was gloriously drunk. "Know what?" Josh said. "I love bunnies. They toil not, neither do they bark. Henceforth and from now on, I decree that whenever something bad happens to me, there shall be bunnies around. So it shall be written. Go ahead Biff, write it down." --Lamb, Christopher Moore

Saturday, July 29, 2006

we miss you, Jeff

Mood swing whiskey
Drank it all in the trailer
Waiting for the dark to move in

Sitting in my step-sister's kitchen
Horseflies on the window sill
Eyes trained on the lemon king
And wishing it were a gun

I'm thinking of my wedding ring
Trapped inside the heater
Spring water on the floor of this
Sex starved room

Your nightmare falls around me
In waves of bliss
I tried to stop it with my hand
I was lost in a kiss
With you, mood swing whiskey

Your bliss, the actress
Bliss, the assassin
Bliss, the abyss

Took a crazy shot of whiskey
In about zero to sixty
All I could see was the beer
I sing a truer melody with a drink in my right hand
Eyes sparkling, 'fraid and amazed

Say bust me up to your junkyard paradise
Bust me up to your junkyard paradise
Baby I need a sweet-ass photo of you

I cheated, and I lied
And you stole her
Stung my tongue just like
Sweat from her shoulder

Ooh, mood swing whiskey
Your love, the destroyer
Love, the destroyer
Love, love...

Yes, mood swing whiskey fuck my brain
Only you can wreck this chain
I need her in my bed again
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...

Yeah
Goin' down to the subway station
I'm packing a rod
All unnecessary histories erased

I am a punishing god

Mood swing whiskey
Your prodigal son has returned

This is for all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All in the name of gravity
And the price of admission

Beautiful loser, warm hearts have left you now
Beautiful loser, warm hearts have left you
'Cause you're beautiful

I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since i took a drink from you

Friday, July 21, 2006

totally

Jo Jo Floss: When I go to bed at night I do 4 things. I drop my robe, slide under the sheets, turn on my left side and stick out my ass. That's it. That's the signal. I just - I back it right up there because I know when I do, no matter how cold the damn thing is, no matter how difficult it might feel, no matter how desperately we want to kill each other it's gonna be met by this warm body on the other side that's gonna hold it. Two arms that... wrap around, pull me out of my head, quiet the voices, save me from myself... without ever having to ask. Every night, 31 years. Every night there's my ass and every night... he never lets me down.

You find your home, and it may not be what you thought - you know; colour's off, style's wrong... but there it is anyway and to hell with you if you can't take a joke.

You find your home.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Preston and Brent

You guys rule.

Thanks for the White Castles and the ride home.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

This blows my mind

They're at it again!

So the weather's been nice the last couple of days, so our windows have been open (as opposed to it being hot and the air being on and the windows closed) and I have been (unfortunately) reminded of how loud and argumentative our next door (random tangent here. I was probably close to fourteen before i realized people were saying next door and not next store) neighbors are.

They and their children just scream their fool heads off at all hours. Like right now. I have no idea what they're saying, as they're not speaking english (they're eastern european, i think.). It's a little disconcerting to hear at 1:32 in the morning.

other people's songs REDUX

This has been stuck in my head since Sunday night when Drew and Paul (well, actually just Drew because Paul was changing a broken string) teased (tose?) me by playing the intro and then like, right before the words were supposed to come in, stopped and said, "We're not going to play that one" and because I wasn't absolutely positive that it was this song (and upon further investigation, after the fact, it was) I couldn't yell out, "Hey, Drew! Pretty please, play Love Song."

So you think that it's over
Say your love has finally reached the end
Anytime you call, night or day
I'll be right there for you
If you need a friend

It's gonna take a little time
Time is sure to mend your broken heart
Don't you even worry, pretty darlin'
I know you'll find love again

Yeah, love is all around you
Love is knocking outside your door
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again
I know

Love is all around you, yeah
Love is knocking outside your door
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again
I know

It's all around

Love will find a way
Darlin', love is gonna find a way
Find it's way back to you
Love will find a way
So look around, open your eyes
Love is gonna find a way
Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way
Love will find a way
Love's gonna find a way back to you, yeah
I know
I know
I know
I know

Monday, July 10, 2006

odd mood waterfall

hearing Glycerine on the radio
put me in a melodramatic
high school mood
and it made me want to
make out with you

and then i thought about
how when that song came out
i was 14
and you?
you were
a sophomore in college

i laugh and take
a swig of warm beer

the universe is
FUCKED UP.

Monday, July 03, 2006

when she
     turned away
i looked
directly
at
the
eclipse