Saturday, March 28, 2009
It's hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
It's so pathetic
It makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say
The words rot and fall away.
If a stupid poem could fix this home
I'd read it every day.
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when you're dead and gone
Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost.
It's not right
Their anger hurts my ears
Been running strong for seven years
Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them
It makes no sense at all
I see them every day
We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants and this is what
she wants
Then why is there so much pain?
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when you're dead and gone
Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost
It's not right
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
It's so pathetic
It makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say
The words rot and fall away.
If a stupid poem could fix this home
I'd read it every day.
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when you're dead and gone
Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost.
It's not right
Their anger hurts my ears
Been running strong for seven years
Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them
It makes no sense at all
I see them every day
We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants and this is what
she wants
Then why is there so much pain?
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when you're dead and gone
Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost
It's not right
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
12:55. I made one important call today...to not let Tom slip away...into the recesses of dream-filled guilt. Nis is still going strong, a rock of comfort built with love, and thoughtfulness, which seldom finds itself in me.
My love and I went grocery shopping. The smallest thing can feel like heaven. Ask Johnny Cash as he curled into June.
Spinach and Tuna for one more day. How quickly life passes away. Four killed in Fallujah. October please stay.
My love and I went grocery shopping. The smallest thing can feel like heaven. Ask Johnny Cash as he curled into June.
Spinach and Tuna for one more day. How quickly life passes away. Four killed in Fallujah. October please stay.
As Baghdad mourns, truck bomb kills 4 in Fallujah
Time to declare martial law?
Time to declare martial law?
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Feral Children - (wild children, wolf children, feral child, isolated children, wild child, ni�os salvajes, selv�ticos, enfants sauvages, enfants loups, wolfskind, bambini selvaggi, crian�as selvagens)
Site of the day. Freaky facts to ponder.
Site of the day. Freaky facts to ponder.
Being a 2L sucks. At least when I was working 70 hour weeks at The Salvation Army people were getting changed. Now I'm running ragged to make sure that (gasp!) commas aren't italicized in the footnotes of journal articles.
