Posts – Page 70

Monday:

Post author By admin
Post date January 3, 2000

Laugh with me, and fix your mussed
hair. Or err,
alone.

Layers of musty, green leaf
drift and fill the underground room.

The crayola colors drip from wax candles above. Naked morons bend and boil right over them… public sizzles.

The future is something. Different. Little. Yellow. Anything, but this pain.

We hold our arms together and stamp our feet in the dust. Feel the wash sweep over, and breath the glory in.

Together, we have found you. Alone among the stars. Tired and waiting for your moment to come.
Knowing. Seeing. Thinking.

really old

Monday:

Post author By admin
Post date January 3, 2000

We watched explosives light up the sky.
We are so goddamned enlightened.
The golden era of the Western Age.
Hah ha.

Sunday:

Post author By admin
Post date January 2, 2000

A refreshing, slow day yesterday keeps me humming to myself today. I’m not too worried about this or that thing, or that or this problem. I’m wandering from thought to thought where just days ago, I was trying hard not to race. I do feel that maybe something solid has been lifted from our shoulders, though I don’t want to be too quick to assume. And maybe it’s all just magick, and maybe I believe it.

really old

Sunday:

Post author By admin
Post date January 2, 2000

Despite all the magick things to think about, I can still see it all slip by all these people. They sit still and they laugh and they sip their long island ice teas, and they feel proud of themselves and of their position in life. An american life is composed of a series of snapshots of this and that, Kodak moments. There is no continuity or memory. Everything turns out ok in the end.

We’re so sad.

Friday:

Post author By admin
Post date December 31, 1999

down with the military
and down with sin
down with your name
and down with that dumb grin

down with the yankees
and down with the jews
down with the antichrist
and down with you!

down with computers
and down with the internet
down with my damn website
and down with silly old me.

Long live Y2k!

really old

Friday:

Post author By admin
Post date December 31, 1999

It’s raining today. It rains so seldom here.
I’m looking forward to whatever that might mean.
It might mean a fresh start for a new morning tomorrow.. perhaps the sky will be a little less brown (boy, was it ugly yesterday!), or perhaps the clouds will be a little bit puffier.
It might also mean a light dew will fall on our heads from the big dark sky while we look up into the face of god… and wait for whatever message might come forth.

To you and yours: Be pleasant to one another. Don’t fight about stupid shit. Don’t care about things that don’t matter. Actually try to figure out for yourself what does matter. If everyone did that… there’d be a whole lot of people thinking that weren’t before.

Rar.

Monday:

Post author By admin
Post date December 27, 1999

I was just reading through some of the stuff I was writing 2 years ago. I just don’t write anything like that stuff anymore. I think I’m possibly a bit more focused now. It shows, for sure. I’d like to be more open with my random feelings or something…

But I guess, too, that I’ll probably say the same thing about some of the stuff I’m writing now when I look back at it.

My whole life will just be a slow crawl into becoming everything I’ve ever wondered about.

really old

Monday:

Post author By admin
Post date December 27, 1999

I don’t seem to have as much to be angry about as I used to. I guess I get angry about little internal office politics sort of things. I get angry about people being lazy and unmotivated and trying to push work onto other people. That’s lame. But I don’t really get upset about world events (since those get really depressing really fast and I just ignore them whenever I can). I have a pretty good life. I think maybe I need to start churning up more of that anger again. I’m getting soft. Soft in the head and soft in the belly.

Thursday:

Post author By admin
Post date December 23, 1999

dangling eyelashes
openinq and closing
trapping my gaze
and sealing my fate

i will sit alone
and ponder
those tender teardrops
dripping deliberately to earth

really old

Thursday:

Post author By admin
Post date December 23, 1999

The actors on the scene are not the only players around. They are the ones that decide who takes which roles, but they are not the ones who decide who is offered which roles. The producers are involved as well. They decide what combination of actors will be entertaining to the public this time around.