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When I wake up I'm usually grouchy but I love the morning. The first thing I do is lunge for a cigarette and I know this is unhealthy but then so is being quiet when asked to speak. I absolutely adore The Beatles and watching them in 64 still makes me cry. I'm a musician but a teacher by trade. It's a clean job that rarely pays my bills. Loving flexibility and all of its charms I choose not to venture far alone on this path. I sadly follow Formula One and would be happier if they only had Ferrari. I like romantic films, I even got a bit gooey when Homer and Marge got back together. I love Gene Thierney, I wish she were still alive. I love cashmere, there's definitely a weak bone for that textile, thank goodness for its lightness for if not I would be disgraced by tendencies towards broken bones. By the afternoon, coffee (which is no way what they sell here) has induced me to act, behave and gesture in par-human nature. I carry out my activities which range in their stature, from teaching silly languages to not so silly patrons, to eating at a sandwich shop with all their nice ingredients. I finish that side of the road and cross to another which includes making kissy noises to the woman who yes loveth me. We watch older films and she's trying to turn me to Woody Allen who no more than a week ago was a whiny little scoundrel. I walk to a room which only as of short has become a space of solitude, a place to write my music. The sing song of a heavy guitar fills the bookshelved walls; there are two beds that decoratively make me fantasize. I cautiously circumnavigate the internet from the shop next door. I've only been stopped there once by the police for not having ID. I like red wine from Tuscany and Coca Cola and rum, I like dancing to a jangly beat, I like the first bite of chewing gum.

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The Fuss Botts The Fuss  
Posted by on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:19:00 GMT

Millions

Can't believe what they told me 'bout MondaySometimes being good and others being lazyCan't decide and it's slicing  my heartand you said to me: I'm taking it one by oneAnd you seem just a little...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 11:50:00 GMT

The Ankle and the Snake

So you stick out from the asphalt I never walk on cement roadsI take all precautions look both waysBefore I tell you I want no moreYou slip on trails unpaved by pityI never asked for forgotten postsI ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 05:44:00 GMT

A bitter complaint

You don't seem to understand,someone's strained your ears out againYou loved your eyes that caught the fliesacting out of turn one last timeI won't put on policemen suitsI won't act as though your wor...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 11:20:00 GMT

More suburbs with M

Perhaps I'll wake up and pinch me I'm dreamingThis time it's so crazy...I love it and I'm giddyA school boy, a dumb fucka smile which doesn't wipe cleanA lover, a mistress, all that adult businessPerh...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 14:06:00 GMT

Suburbs with M

I chose amongst the millions(what was that?)I didn't want another oneI confessed on Valentines(what was that?)I prepared my lines that nightYou wouldn't want to say goodbye(Would you now?)Before we ev...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 12:17:00 GMT

Tear drops

Maybe because you're as beautiful as the songs I writeI open up a window and I sing all nightI know you're not watchingand I know you don't carethat I'm sitting behind a screencatching the notes in yo...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Feb 2006 15:33:00 GMT

Number 8

It's always strange every blush just to see you You look around like there's some kind of bee here I sting a stare and pluck a string of phrases that never seem to be the right words explained here I...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 15:45:00 GMT

Hems and collars

Cat walk calls, sing song girls and the coolest of them all and the mace of the face they dance for they got style, they go cool, they go smoochy gucci poo and they want another smile like prozzac ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 13:56:00 GMT

Trails of an eager revolution

I've got a bigger car She's got a bigger dick He's had the same old flavours She's writing see through cheques I've got a fancy phone She's got a she toy boy He's got an import girlfriend She's payin...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 17:15:00 GMT