If we see each other

… once every two years and we fall in love for eighty-seven minutes each time, how is that remotely close to satisfaction? Carnal? Sure. Needs are demanding and irrepressible, and yes, that was a 1980’s excuse I just used… enjoy.  The sad part is, Max doesn’t hold a candle to this one and as the [...]

I listen to music sometimes…

I write lyrics down when they seem to be authored for me. Also, when I wake up blank, the prozac doing what’s supposed to and i’ts comfortably numb… we’re tired. Happy 17th Birthday, Wesley and drop the fucking cigarettes!
Things You Call Fate

I find it hard, hard to let go
And you are entitled to know
You have [...]

An open and criptic memo…

Sadness is lonely, when others around you are as sad as they should be, you still feel alone. I want you to tap on my window, make me feel like you did a week ago. Just don’t bother, you are useless to me, actually. This is bullshit, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. It’s just [...]

Riding in trucks, with boys…

I want to be happy, smile all the time and give great advice. I wish I could enjoy Billy Joel like I used to, before I met wordpuppet and it all became serious. This isn’t a matter of life and death, nor the possibility of erasing that memory has ever crossed my mind -and this [...]

My funeral song…

On a string…
On a string…
On a string, I was held.
The way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above.
So I swing and I sway.
Wave my hand, kick my leg,
And it is always right with the music.
“Until all that swaying starts to make you sick…”
For a song I was bought,
Now I lie when [...]