Sunday, March 22, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Not the patella
"It's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why;
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters;
I knew the worthless dregs we are,
The selfless, loving saints we are,
The melting, sliding dice we've always been."
"I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find."
"Before we take this ride and let it slide;
Into the cracks where fall and winter collide.
I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love.
Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind."
"I find a fatal flaw in the logic of love."
"The years have been short but the days were long."
"Even if to save our own lives, so says I, we are a brutal kind;
Because this was nothing like we've ever dreamt;
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt;
Because if it makes them money they might just give you life this time."
"I want to walk through the empty streets;
With something constant under my feet."
"I want you on my side to take the hard shots with me."
"Stay your ground, don’t be discouraged;
Don’t let 'em turn our brains into porridge."
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters;
I knew the worthless dregs we are,
The selfless, loving saints we are,
The melting, sliding dice we've always been."
"I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find."
"Before we take this ride and let it slide;
Into the cracks where fall and winter collide.
I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love.
Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind."
"I find a fatal flaw in the logic of love."
"The years have been short but the days were long."
"Even if to save our own lives, so says I, we are a brutal kind;
Because this was nothing like we've ever dreamt;
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt;
Because if it makes them money they might just give you life this time."
"I want to walk through the empty streets;
With something constant under my feet."
"I want you on my side to take the hard shots with me."
"Stay your ground, don’t be discouraged;
Don’t let 'em turn our brains into porridge."
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Any Given Sunday

I woke up slowly realizing my bedroom held no light. With a white shade drawn, only my eyes adjusted only to shadows. I contemplated tragedy.
In a hurry for Anthony's arrival, I swept through the house on a cleaning rampage, praying he'd remember to call.
After two hours of laughing, talking, and sharing music, he left. In his place laid a poorly constructed cardboard spine and a drying paper mache skull.
Forty Spanish flashcards, a study session on the rights of the accused, a completed civil rights study guide, and an orange soda later I felt incomplete.
And that's where I sit now.
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