i love warm wind and the smell of fresh-cut grass

this weekend, my city turned into a police-state
i know lots of people who have seen worse, who have lived this everyday
that's why my grandparents came here, to get away from it -
it's not supposed to happen here.
there is a lesson in this about being naive and idealistic...
you get fucked.
i vote
i've tried writing letters and signing petitions...
it doesn't work.
the big bad greedy selfish men always win
my love life concurs
the only sensible plan is to avoid bringing any more small humans into this world
we'll call my failure a conscious contribution to society.
one day the planet will be happier without us here
i will pray that i'm gone before someone blows us all up
spin my hope
and hide my tears

full moon, broken heart

it's all finally done, the path is clear...

faith breakdown

a stack of symbols
mark this day...
start with a bathtub full of shit,
(stewing)
go out into the world smelling like a homeless person
(intimate knowledge)
cut off before i begin to spin my web
(under the influence)
called in for a chat
(i unload too much and no longer care)
reminded that he likes his women crazy
(play house but don't bother beyond those walls)
shattered and concealed
(the form begins to reveal itself)
less bound, double your money and run
(jealous)
i have put my faith in all the wrong places
(is this it again?)
an urge to drink, to fuck, to hide
(i had a feeling he was there)

when does the truth get trumped by fear?
always, this is my reality.

return to neutral
squish it down
no idea which way to go next
ironically, the opposite of instinct seems obvious
second guess
stall
stare
(hope)
sleep

dinosaurs

you know you're in trouble when you start reading his horoscope

it was a lifetime ago

and there's no way to know what happens tomorrow