i didn't write it, it was just there

Crocodile tears

just can't win

trust in him

he's our guardian

forming planets

but there are cracks

put there by one

who somehow lacks

we look at each other

we like what we see

cant trust you

if you don't trust me

the oceans foam

needs the turmoil

what is it

that makes the blood boil?

missed the bus

or was it the boat?

stormed the castle

fell in the moat

met a friend

a crocodile

chewed my bones

on the bottom of the nile

deja vu

I followed the directions
stumbled sometimes
but mostly flew right past

just got a fish
and try my best
to have a gas

guess it was the right place
wrong time
the story is as old as bread

still did the time
but it was the wrong time
shifted so they said

I smiled and shook hands
others scowled
no one noticed the difference

slide?
rather stay inside
air conditioned

who cares,
the sun is out there
breath is out there
kites and hammocks

die tomorrow if I shed those tears?
but maybe
more likely to happen here

die in the sun
shrivel like a mummy
die in the dark
who knows what gets you

look at those clouds
in a polarized view
twist it
so it looks right to you

Do whatever you want
no one will remember
but you
in your deja-vu

miserable things

the only way to be rid

of the miserable things that are hid

in the cut of your jib

is to make yourself mis-errable

so terrible

they pop out of the lids

scurry with their kids

to where the weather is bearable

For your consideration

A little mental excercise, you will have to actually read the article for this to work.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Society_of_the_Spectacle

connect to the collective

Saw a connection

2nd time writing this cause i deleted the stupid thing, the first one was clearer, apologies.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cetbFN4NvmM&feature=related

Gym shooter guy, total loser, not because he was a total loser but because he took it out on others.

Weapons are for defense in this supposed age of reason. That includes knives, guns, your fingernails and your bite. Just because someone doesnt fit your picture, doesnt mean you get to kill them, I'm talking to you here abortion doctor shooters.

Said it before but:

We are these crazy little creatures with noses and opposable thumbs, and other features... on a ball of mud, floating around a fireball somewhere in a void

let's try to make the best of it, can we?

We're doing private armies now. Really? we're doing that now and it's ok?

I'm just as guilty for not showing up at the federal building with a sign, but what will that do?

Instead I'll blog and ask you to listen to the lyrics in the song above, I heard it for the first time today and noticed that the lyrics are painfully close to what that guy seemed to be on.

Alienation isnt new, the desire to hurt and kill isnt new. Apparently empathy is new to a lot of people though.

Here is a quick breakdown: if the pain in their eyes isn't something you would like someone to see in yours, then stop it. Right now. Or I will feel justified in labeling you an 'other' and call for your torture.

Saturday

I dont want to go outside

its a saturday

and they expect so much from me

worked all week for the weekend

maybe i'll go take a picture

or end up sleepin

Run around in a field

have a heart attack

take off monday

go to the top

where the view is nice

pay just enough for a drink

the food is good but the lines are long

I'll only eat half

but the good half

someone will call with problems

ill have the answers

and the day keeps going

the wavelength will shake

spike and flatten

hope it flattens when I need to sleep

my digital GF is there

and my freezer is keeping my food cold

who's gonna mow the laundry?

33 is on RR

I should pick a number too

the answer picked 42

mind is here and i am there

tomorrow will be flipped

shin-cha and fish will help