The Puerto Rican maid |
I had a Puerto Rican maid,She made me breakfast.God I wish she'd stayed,And made my dinner.I had a Puerto Rican maid,She made it good.I made her make my bed.The maid was made to make it easier,I had t... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 04:44:00 PST |
For he on honey-dew hath fed |
Could I revive within meHer symphony and song,To such a deep delight 'twould win me,That with music loud and long,I would build that dome in air,That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !And all who heard... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 06:09:00 PST |
AP |
Antagonist: "Well, all I can tell you is that, if you keep walking this path, somewhere along the line, you will meet your demise."Protagonist: "Oh my friend, there is one thing tha... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 05:26:00 PST |
AP2 |
Antagonist: "So where are you planning to go?"Protagonist: "I dunno. Hell I guess."Antagonist: "And what are you planning to do when you get there?"Protagonist: "What do people do when they get to hel... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 07:25:00 PST |
Most lovely and lost/ Whats your road? |
'What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?' She didn't know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too mcuh. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She ... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 04:37:00 PST |
Three Days |
I really love thiss song. I've been listening to it a lot lately. Apparently it's about a time when a young girl who had been Perry Farrels girlfriend flew into Los Angeles for her fathers funeral. Pe... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 04:55:00 PST |
City ramblings. Finding Love. |
Time is never time at allYou can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youthToday was a strange day. I hit my usual post-binge downer a few days late. I hardly ever suffer from any kind of physi... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 06:51:00 PST |
Apocalypse and rebirth: the acid visions part 1 |
It was a sleepless night. Drawn out and tortured. With the good came the bad.The house had an eerie mood of it's own.I could not grasp the idea that, for everyone and everything else outside my own co... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 05:42:00 PST |
Strange vibrations on acid in Sydney |
The club closed, we all descend the stairs and streamed out the front doors in small packs. It was fucking raining. Tool, The Smashing Pumpkins, At the Drive In, they'd all possessed me at some point ... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 05:16:00 PST |
The Fear |
I was walking to my car at 10 PM tonight. The wind swirled around me as I walked underneath a starless sky. I passed doors, behind which were scenes I would never see, I passed by people and caught sn... Posted by Memphis L. Toro on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 07:49:00 PST |