it's gradual the
unfolding of human self
and drama, bittersweet

there is the freedom
of choice, some things cannot be owned
only experienced

I got her naked
I licked her intimately
She cried out a gasp

ash the paradox
i can be sugar and spice
but i am a boy

Which one does he fear,
being rejected by me,
or rejecting me?

He is leaving it
ambiguous on purpose,
and I can't tell why.

moneta romance
temple of Juno the place
creational sins

hue and cry from he
what???? said she.. then huff and huff
it went on like that

I need some soda
this gosh darn headache sucks ass
popaholic scream

If love were a mere
commodity that could be
owned at will, I would.

Anger makes poor fuel.
Addiction is no escape.
All that counts is love.

Why worry so much
about following the rules?
Expression comes first.

so the addict fuels
things with anger for their lives
are wasted quite away

I am somewhat like
this, right now, and so don't care
as much what might be

how does one know the
addict won't just lash out and
harm you or himself?

in a sense of that
trial, the pain is too much but
it goes away, it's um

addiction, and the
reactions, predictable
but also tragic

the paradox of
faith is that you don't care of
small shit in this world

what does a lion
taste like, I mean i hear that
gator is fishy...

Gee, Snail, I hope you
Don't die-Just laugh a little, warm bath to relax

ash is oh so sweet
her kus; expressive and neat
many years practice

there are rules for hai
ku that appear to be large
ly unheeded here

a hungry lion
feed them the Christian's of faith
and what?? so they sing??

a love for a hate
how about that practice..preach
it is kinda hard

voltaire wrote candide
about a man who broke the
rules of his time, and

in the tarot this
card is the fool, zero, left
portraits of mankind

the urge to express
emotions correctly, run
into social norms

in other words a collison of many worlds

sometimes the old show
robot chicken really does
the sign of these times

a child hasn't learned
the rules of behavior hence
they say, zen...no mind

we all have moments
where we play some role or deal
imperfectly, sez

what you see is what....
evidence, right before you
no need .. I'm laughing

to be honest I
get myself in a lot of
traps of my own way

you are a vile lousy
pathetic loser who can't
keep the syallabulls right

silly bulls...silly bullshit
silly silly silly, the whole thing
is just plain silly

what does it take for
gentler words to take root in
rocky salted soil...

indeed, what is the
salt good for but to be stomped
under foot as trash?

David Foster Wallace
took his own life yesterday
this bothered me...

it's easy to go
back to the ways we knew yet
changes, strange changes...

the asshole artist
often lashes out, only
3 years down, a noose

in matters of will
the nature of precise to be
comes naturally

excuse me sir, butt
a fray it would seem to me
.. not precise at all

it wont choke you now
every movement is precise
from fray to unlay

"Thank you for the salt.
It feels warm in my fresh wounds,"
said the dying snail.

Escaping him was
worth the pain of loneliness.
Either way I'm doomed.

you seem not worthy
a festering loser-lord
pathetic vile wretch

I haven't conversed
or had human connection
in weeks, perhaps months.

I've forgotten what
it feels like to be touched. Now
I'm losing my words.

I think on rainy
days, normal rain brings out
mass drinking of coffee

well here comes the moon
and here comes the night sky and
here comes them there stars

anticipation
oh ya, anticipation
waiting for the sun

second day of rain
sleeping until late morning
well, the grass is green

it's just like magic
even when it appears real
love is illusion

I just need to find
new musicians to ease the
loss of my old band.

...easier said than
done for introverted sorts
who don't like dancing.

Can't find love on a PC!!!
Nor in a church, goget out there
Go take up dancing

If you do what you've
allways done you get what
you allways got. right!!!