Greg O'Neill

are you there john? its me, god. take another note, john let them know pregnancys got nothing left in it for me these days. teach your people your ways and practices and hope they come through for tomorrow tell them all that Id rather die than see them come to harm and then tell them that you are a liar and so am i. take care to wipe y our shoes on her pillow before you leave. take care that you fix it one thing at a time, no more and no less. one thing at a time. Ive been high on heroin for so damned long I cant remember all the vowels and consonants I used to know. Ive been more fucked up than I think you or I or anyone else could have guessed I could be. would have guessed I could have been. rather not have known. its a sad state of affairs, really. Im a lactose intolerant with a heart of gold and your habits are always the last to die. always the last to die- ever-present corner-laughers, drug store policeman with nothing in the way of social niceties. they hang around and they stare and they laugh at the things that everyone else can agree really arent that funny. they laugh at you, john. ANTIQUATED SELF FULFILLING PROPHECIES THAT SHIVER AND HUM AND FLOAT AROUND LIKE THEYVE GOT ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE LEFT IN LIFE TO GO. you take the sword and you shine the blade and hang it from a weathervane AND SHOW IT OFF TO EVERYONE YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW you take the morning shuttle bus and weep and moan as though you think theres SOMEPLACE BETTER HIDING FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD. talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk EVERYTIME YOU SAY A WORD A PERSON DIES. and you do it for free, john. you do it for love, john. all you need is love.