Wasted Nights |
All my nights are wastedGod I wish I was tooSo long I've been sleeplessThe bed's cold without youRadio's on, there's a movie playingDon't need volume to know what they're sayingIt's all about loveI kn...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 21:51:00 GMT |
Boredom does not lead to creativity. |
Here I sit, working at the Beacon, in a manner of speaking. I finished making pages hours ago and yet there is no one here to edit so that I can make for the happy trails. But no. I can't read, so...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 17:11:00 GMT |
"Mindreading for Beginners" |
He was almost clairvoyant to human natureOf a stature which demanded little respect butStanding tall among junkies and bandits of his acquaintanceOh, the shame!Looked at the billboards and painted fac...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:29:00 GMT |
Neu Song #1 |
I don't want to pay attentionBecause I'm too broke to afford itFrom a lack of comprehensionBankrupted my common senseWhen I open up the phone bookIt always feels so alienatingIn a town of half a milli...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 20:00:00 GMT |
On 'Kick Out the Jams'. |
Take the wax from cardboard sleeveImpale it on the rotary towerUntil it sits level on the deck andBegins to turn as the needle risesThen falls into slender groovesA familiar hum, the speaker groans(Ye...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 19:36:00 GMT |
A Day in the Life of Dr. Stretson R. Garfunkel |
Alas, I have woken up. This is a feat of some magnitude, considering I try my damnedest to prevent that with the constant state of debauchery in which I partake. Last night I vaguely remember falling ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:34:00 GMT |
Narcissus reflects on failure. |
Maybe it was the boredom. Something this complicated could only be rooted in something equally simple and so easily defined. I had been out of high school for a year and a half, nearly k...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 16:01:00 GMT |
Psychedelic Bullshit Revisited |
Maybe it'll all come back in a streamRun thru my veins like a flying machineMade of blue screamers and jovian high-beamsCameras of corduroy, mistaken for velveteenAll pay a tax in the mind of their ma...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:02:00 GMT |
Telepathic Surgery Volume 8 |
Midnight radio broke a knobThe frequency bends in a circleBroadcast interrupted by applauseA gunshot then the photo snapWhite noise fades to technicolorTight jeans and a crucifixRecords gather dust on...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:11:00 GMT |
OCD is fucking with my REM |
Besides being the greatest line I might have ever written, it is also the best description of my sleepless nights, mentally pacing, grinding teeth to marrow and dust. Not complaining, just sayin...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 03:01:00 GMT |
