Saturday, April 14, 2007

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

I can steal your heart from your neck.

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

It doesn't matter

^I like that picture.

That one, too.

Why not?

Things happen every day. People have babies. Somebody dies of cancer. Paint gets splattered. A kid learns to ride a bike. An elephant gets slaughtered for its tusks. Someone tunes a guitar. A gun is fired. A snowboarder adjusts his goggles. A child eats ice cream for the first time. Someone gets slapped. The snake strikes. A whale surfaces. The surfer leaves a wake. Burning.

The sand shifts. An amplifier hums. The wings of a large bird clap like a screen door. A cat prowls. The wolf howls; dogs join in.


Pain is relative. You know that Paul McCartney lyric? The love you make is equal to the love you take? (((That was AWESOME!)))

What if the pain you took was equal to the pain you gave?

Kinda makes you think, dudn't it?

At least it made you think more than the love quote did. (Which was a good one, by the by.)

It's a spin on karma.

But think about it... have you caused pain? How? Have you felt pain? How bad?

Come stai? Que pasa?


Some people love to act a fool. You can stroll into just about anywhere, and you'll see some clown trying to get over. As clowns are apt to do.

Gettin' all Ronald McDonald on you. Diving into a barrel at a rodeo. Maybe getting into a barrel and going over Niagra Falls. A wine barrel. A whiskey barrel.

Roll it out.

Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.

Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"
Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right.

Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade

They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.

If you hear me trying to say that this winter sucked... well, slap my ass and call me Sally.

((((By the way, does the Dude deliver? Am I wrong?! Am I wrong?! I can get you a toe. I can get you a toe by 2. With polish.))))

Careful, man, there's a beverage here.

I can tell you enjoy stopping by here. You probably should be working. Or maybe you're retired. Or maybe you're a housewife enjoying a stolen moment, like when your mom used to sneak in a guilty soap opera or two while you were at school.

What do you care? What are you doing? Why are you here? Honestly. Why?

What do you have to lose? And what do you care if you did lose?

Sightless eyes, tellin me no lies. Knockin me out with those American thighs. Speaking of which... Hi, Tony!

Hi, Alison!

((((((Both of them have American thighs.)))))

What are you kids looking for, anyway? Some kind of vicarious manslaughter? Or perhaps a Krispy Kreme? ((((I'm looking at you, Jim MrDutt))))

Mmmmm, kreme.

I wonder if you could get extra-krispy kreme, like at KFC. Everyone knows extra-krispy is the bomb. Even UJ, who has eaten less than ten donuts in his entire life. Screw you, UJ, you goddamn, no-donut-eatin', freak.

I know you have heard it all before. The high plains drifter told me. He was eating onion rings and drinking a white russian.