Yeah!!!! Today is The big DC Meet and Greet At DC Cafe'. I'll be showing up with my recently deceased mohawk. . . Yes the head itself looks more like a coconut than ever before..... Gotta love the cold and a recently shorn head. Thanks go out to ultraman and saintinsomniac for throwing together the meet and greet. . .
I've had a song going around in my head for the past few days by Morrisey of all people. "You hate it when your friends become successful" I think that now more than ever I don't need that song floating around in my head. . . grrrr... damn vann's warp tour......
On a similar note the writers block that is going on it's record setting fourteenth month of a hunger strike has shown recent signs of finally quitting. . .
I havent yelled in a long time, guess its just quiet again.
Even when Im walking, my mind cannot stomach the sin.
So every way that I pass dear, and everything is the same.
I wanted to be like the old folks, and truly die in vane.
Where did the lost get found dear, and when can I play the game.
When every promise lies broken, the past becomes the same.
I havent felt in a long time, guess Im cold again
Even when Im inside you, the darkness becomes my friend.
I havent played in a long time, guess no one wants to be me.
Even when Im not talking, I can never truly be free.
So everyone comes around dear, when Im feeling quiet you see.
I wanted to be like my old man, somebody no one believes.
Where did I go astray my dear, and when will I cry alone.
When everybody is your friend dear, and I am nothing but bone.
I havent slept in a long time, guess Ive been broken again
Even when Im dreaming, hope will not find me within.
~primitive thoughts~
Like I said ladies and gentleman, they are only signs......
peaces, loves, and of course swordfish.....
I've had a song going around in my head for the past few days by Morrisey of all people. "You hate it when your friends become successful" I think that now more than ever I don't need that song floating around in my head. . . grrrr... damn vann's warp tour......
On a similar note the writers block that is going on it's record setting fourteenth month of a hunger strike has shown recent signs of finally quitting. . .
I havent yelled in a long time, guess its just quiet again.
Even when Im walking, my mind cannot stomach the sin.
So every way that I pass dear, and everything is the same.
I wanted to be like the old folks, and truly die in vane.
Where did the lost get found dear, and when can I play the game.
When every promise lies broken, the past becomes the same.
I havent felt in a long time, guess Im cold again
Even when Im inside you, the darkness becomes my friend.
I havent played in a long time, guess no one wants to be me.
Even when Im not talking, I can never truly be free.
So everyone comes around dear, when Im feeling quiet you see.
I wanted to be like my old man, somebody no one believes.
Where did I go astray my dear, and when will I cry alone.
When everybody is your friend dear, and I am nothing but bone.
I havent slept in a long time, guess Ive been broken again
Even when Im dreaming, hope will not find me within.
~primitive thoughts~
Like I said ladies and gentleman, they are only signs......
peaces, loves, and of course swordfish.....