Saturday, March 24, 2007

Hey, baby
There ain't no easy way out

All the sailors
With their seasick mamas





This always happens.




I always end up pissing somebody off.



Hear the sirens on the shore



It makes you wonder what is wrong with you.

Nothing, I hope.




I floated with Alicia.



We went back to see the eagle's nest from last year.



Singin' songs
For pimps with tailors



Um. That's pretty cool.

It seems that everything I touch turns to shit,

(That picture, well. I took it today.)



Who charge ten dollars
at the door.

I am a fool. I wonder if I don't get what I deserve.



You can really
Learn a lot that way



Makes me wonder why so many people hate me.

When was the last time you wrote a letter?



Who cares?

Me, I guess.




It will change you
In the middle of the day.




Though your confidence
May be shattered




It doesn't matter.

Who cares?
Who cares?
Are you ready for number three?


(((((((Where's Waldo?

Yooou can find him.

Come on.))))))))



All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid




Under white sheets
for the great unveiling
At the big parade.

It hurts, worse than you can know.



You can really
learn a lot that way


It will change you
in the middle of the day.




Though your confidence
may be shattered


It doesn't matter.

All the bushleague batters


Are left to die
On the diamond.


In the stands

the home crowd scatters




It all hurts.

And nobody cares.

Not even me.
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles.

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1 Comments:

Blogger sAssY brOwn said...

hmmmmm, an enigma wrapped in a riddle.

7:42 PM  

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