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In an attempt to cut the cord from Myspace I'm going to start posting again on this silly blog thing. I'm not one to categorize my creative interests so I'll post anything that I'm digging on at the moment, whether it be the endeavors of another person or my own (including any random opinions or thoughts because God knows I can't help myself). Hopefully this will get the synapses sparking again.


Musical Inspiration: Lionel Richie

Thank God for Car Insurance

Watching late night television is probably one of the worst ideas ever. It's been years since I've had access to late night t.v. and it's been even longer since I've actually been at home or awake at 3 AM to watch it. However, on this fair eve I was pleased, even blessed, to see a commercial for car insurance that was able to finally establish the state of our economy in such a delicate financial time. "It sure feels like we're in a recession."

Well, the gvrnmnt may speak through the side of its mouth, but at least insurance sticks to its Honest Abe attitude. Thank you capitalist medical assistance organizations.

P.S. Even Glad Ziplock bags are paying for commercials that tell us how to save money. Make a well-rounded meal and save money with a hot dog, frozen veggies, and a pasta salad. Ah yes, childhood memories from the Midwest.

Top 5 Blustery Winter Night Albums

Winds don't howl in the city like they do across open fields, but a winter night is a winter night anywhere when it pulls at your collar and rushes against your window. These are the 5 albums that I want to hear when I'm snuggling up in bed in the safety of my covers or the arms of my lover.

5. Kind of Blue - Miles Davis
4. Astral Weeks - Van Morrison
3. Live at Sin-e Disc 1 - Jeff Buckley
2. Everything All the Time - Band of Horses
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1. The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

In Loving Memory

Soft touch from dark hands
that took your toe, now take your pain
Let light hide behind your lashes
and grim shadows soften on your brow
smile under your moustache now

Cold touch on stale skin
empty core with nothing left to beat
With no war there's no reason
no reason for you to leave
go, you're gone still, still I grieve

O death, I will kill you
die now like me, better to like he
But all death grows
I watch what lives die
no reason not to and none why

Heroes

Subject: Heroes

Response: Strangers, I know too little to doubt them and have no inclination to trust them.

Now's The Time

I can hear a cricket outside tonight, or maybe it's a tree frog, if they have those here. Mom always told me it was probably a tree frog when I thought I heard crickets. Anyway, the air is cooling and things have settled a bit, in a way. There are continual reasons to worry and I can't seem to stop focusing on them. I'm watching The Devil and Daniel Jonhston now and wondering why I can't be so fucking creative when I feel like I'm balancing on the verge of insanity all the time. Maybe that it's it, huh? You have to topple over. And a handful of times I have, or I've begun to. No, that's not true. Even in the times when I've been named crazy I've never really lost myself enough to tell it all, to lay it all out there. There's always reservation. There is always reservation with me. Everytime things seem to go wrong again or make me uncomfortable there's more reservation. Honestly...I think that my release in writing begins and ends there. The more experiences that I have that could inspire the more reservation I build above it. When i think I break the walls down I've already begun to build stronger ones behind it...stronger or weaker, or something too heavy for me to lift. Maybe I really should take time for me. Friendships, affairs, I guess it's time to go back to focusing on me. Yup. That's it.

absinthe, gin, and cigarettes

there's not much to say at this point tonight. had a good time. talked of revolutions and by the time i left it was already, once again, forgotten. if there was a movement to have i haven't found it yet. and now i'm thinking about having to open the store that i work at and wondering when my spaghetti will be done...because i'm starving (in the not so literal sense, right?).