transcendent

I have been
through the looking glass ssalg gnikool
(and back again)

I was holding my own hand
(gemini ascendant)

Oh for crissake

It's called "good manners."

Grow the fuck up.

The word of the day is

JAPANDY!

i feel...

...like her voice sounds... like i'm just this side of stabbing out my heart. i'm tired. i'm so tired and i'm sick of feeling so much. i hate my hormones.

God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight
I’d be the last to help you understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?

Nothing’s true and nothing’s right
So let me be alone tonight
Cause you can’t change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?

Lie to me
I promise I’ll believe
Lie to me
But please don’t leave

I have a face I cannot show
I make the rules up as I go
It’s try and love me if you can
Are you strong enough to be my man?

When I’ve shown you that I just don’t care
When I’m throwing punches in the air
When I’m broken down and I can’t stand
Will you be strong enough to be my man?

Lie to me
I promise I’ll believe
Lie to me
But please don’t leave

Goddess Bless Dorothy Parker Who Wrote This Poem

Frustration

If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.

But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.

space/time

I cannot comprehend
how
yester
          day
can seem so
                                             far
away

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