Nothing.
29.7.09
26.7.09
To the cones
Two scoops of vanilla
Is a sad place to be
Ice cream without meaning
Means the world to me
They aren't serving flavor
Just like an ice cream koan;
Today everybody wants it
That is where it all has gone
I know just how to treat you
Iced and covered in hot goo
Just call me bloody Sundae
Cause I've got sauce for you
Two scoops of vanilla
Is a sad place to be
Ice cream without meaning
Means the world to me
With love you can't buy breakfast
But love; it sure is sweet
The sugar factory closed
Peters workers on the Streets
The teenage nihilist rampage
Makes consumerism key
Ice cream is avant garde
But it means the world to me
Two scoops of vanilla
Is a sad place to be
Ice cream without meaning
Means the world to me
Is a sad place to be
Ice cream without meaning
Means the world to me
They aren't serving flavor
Just like an ice cream koan;
Today everybody wants it
That is where it all has gone
I know just how to treat you
Iced and covered in hot goo
Just call me bloody Sundae
Cause I've got sauce for you
Two scoops of vanilla
Is a sad place to be
Ice cream without meaning
Means the world to me
With love you can't buy breakfast
But love; it sure is sweet
The sugar factory closed
Peters workers on the Streets
The teenage nihilist rampage
Makes consumerism key
Ice cream is avant garde
But it means the world to me
Two scoops of vanilla
Is a sad place to be
Ice cream without meaning
Means the world to me
23.7.09
Psychoanalysis
Your mind is on a voyage.
If you don't know what your destination is, going back to ask for directions won't help.
If you don't know what your destination is, going back to ask for directions won't help.
17.7.09
Flour, eggs and bacon
Loves favor is multivalent,
Not dichotomy,
Nor a Faustian deal;
It lets your soul go free
Not dichotomy,
Nor a Faustian deal;
It lets your soul go free
I have about five of these a day
With understanding comes acceptance,
Hence the ignorant rule and the violence used to subdue them is education.
The problem with being unique is you don't look like anyone.
Does a prisoner study the bars of her cage in hopes of making them harder to escape?
My, my.
If it contradicts belief
It is special
When I walked upon the sand
Two seagulls flew from my hand.
When I stepped upon the grass
I slaughtered all that I did pass.
As I strode across the dirt
I planned the ways I'd make them hurt.
Now I rest inside a stone
Until this world becomes my own.
We only remember what is important
What we remember is important
The horse rose from the ocean and stood, dripping, on the land.
I slide a knife into its golden flank and watched it fall and disolve into a pool of white and yellow maggots.
The maggot pod rose and stood as a wall against me.
I stepped into and through the wall, allowing myself to be enveloped but not engulfed.
This is how the first soul was taken.
If I own a country I fear other countries.
If I own a world I fear other worlds
I own nothing
Promoting world dynamics; Because we are not all equal.
Y'know, from the time of the first tool using dinosaur that picked up a stick and used it to swat down flying pterodactyl to the first case of human autocannibalism, people who ride the bus have been creepy. Public transport and the people who use it have sucked since the dawn of time and will continue to suck long into the future.
"I can't remember your name, what rhymes with it?" - Isaac to someone whose name he forgot since this discussion.
Sequential art is a bit of a non issue; who in the world has ever managed to produce two pieces of art in a row?
The most frightening thing in the world is not being the person you want to be.
A sentence ending in a preposition is something up with which I will put.
Hence the ignorant rule and the violence used to subdue them is education.
The problem with being unique is you don't look like anyone.
Does a prisoner study the bars of her cage in hopes of making them harder to escape?
My, my.
If it contradicts belief
It is special
When I walked upon the sand
Two seagulls flew from my hand.
When I stepped upon the grass
I slaughtered all that I did pass.
As I strode across the dirt
I planned the ways I'd make them hurt.
Now I rest inside a stone
Until this world becomes my own.
We only remember what is important
What we remember is important
The horse rose from the ocean and stood, dripping, on the land.
I slide a knife into its golden flank and watched it fall and disolve into a pool of white and yellow maggots.
The maggot pod rose and stood as a wall against me.
I stepped into and through the wall, allowing myself to be enveloped but not engulfed.
This is how the first soul was taken.
If I own a country I fear other countries.
If I own a world I fear other worlds
I own nothing
Promoting world dynamics; Because we are not all equal.
Y'know, from the time of the first tool using dinosaur that picked up a stick and used it to swat down flying pterodactyl to the first case of human autocannibalism, people who ride the bus have been creepy. Public transport and the people who use it have sucked since the dawn of time and will continue to suck long into the future.
"I can't remember your name, what rhymes with it?" - Isaac to someone whose name he forgot since this discussion.
Sequential art is a bit of a non issue; who in the world has ever managed to produce two pieces of art in a row?
The most frightening thing in the world is not being the person you want to be.
A sentence ending in a preposition is something up with which I will put.
15.7.09
Popular Eternity
How does one divide eternity among the people here?
The popular disposition is to take whatever's near.
And war erupts when two are close and both of them are daring.
It may be time we understood the ethos that is sharing.
My eyes are filled with a glare that prevents me from seeing
The simple elegance found in the art of being.
The baubles you may collect full of memories and gloss.
Do nothing to compensate for the anguish of their loss.
All the comforts you may want while on your path you're going.
Are dust to smooth to understand the why and how of knowing.
Power is discordant; made of misery.
Dying is the sadness that you will soon be free.
In my imagination food is best when work is through.
But in my imagination there is always work to do.
Our bellies full, our minds a road, our arms ready to embrace.
Finally we may unite to explore the heights of space.
The popular disposition is to take whatever's near.
And war erupts when two are close and both of them are daring.
It may be time we understood the ethos that is sharing.
My eyes are filled with a glare that prevents me from seeing
The simple elegance found in the art of being.
The baubles you may collect full of memories and gloss.
Do nothing to compensate for the anguish of their loss.
All the comforts you may want while on your path you're going.
Are dust to smooth to understand the why and how of knowing.
Power is discordant; made of misery.
Dying is the sadness that you will soon be free.
In my imagination food is best when work is through.
But in my imagination there is always work to do.
Our bellies full, our minds a road, our arms ready to embrace.
Finally we may unite to explore the heights of space.
14.7.09
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