aliascargo

4 chords...

2 Days...

6 Lines...

10 or so Coffee and Burbons....

12 beers...

1 horrid night...

1 morning of hope...

A funeral for a stranger...

......

Yet I still feel oh so holy sorry for all of you lost and confused people...

I may have come to term but I know what I am.

Peter Gabriel - Passion...

Nuff said!

Mushroom,

Green,

Smooth....

"I sit here alone in the parking lot,
the tears begin to well up,
just before I fall apart,
my bartender comes out,
hugs me,
hands me a berr,
and sends me on my way..."

A blank piece of paper,
is more beautiful,
than most anything...

Mix
Stir
Blend

I makes sence to...
respond to it....

at about this time my personal tape recorder in some way or another managed to catch fire....

Another day...

Another empty bottle of Chivas...

A few scraps of paper that make no sence...

A headache...

Split and bleeding finger-tips,
I can't play guitar...

A broken pair of glasses...

That's what I'm thankfull for today...

I see them,
Free floating,
in unison.

The sun makes it fuzzy,
like a summer's memory.

I burn my hand,
watch a spider,
somke a cig.

Think about you a little.
and try to sleep again.

Why should I give you a nother reason to hate me?

Mark your calanders kiddies....

Today, it has begun.....

I am finally writing a script to my "Shadows".

For anyone that cares of course......

At the end of a nother misanthropic-fueled day filled with bullshit, too much scotch, idiots and a heroic bout of non-insparation.....

until....

I saw her...

and if she figures out who she is I say THANK YOU...

for now I can rest my head.



Hint Hint....
she's new today....
shit....
that probabily gave it away....
oh well, fuck it....


Devilyn

I pray for rain.......

"He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man."