Thursday, September 30, 2004

*****

It was the best of times, it was the worst ever seen; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of inscrutable absurdity; it was the epoch of belief, it was the generation of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the cycle of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing at all, we are all going direct to heaven, we are all going the other way.

In other words, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its…

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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

What am I?

I’m the sun that never sets
I’m the mind that never rests

I’m the kiwi in the sky
I’m the truth behind your lie

I’m the future of future
I’m the invention you’ll never discover

I’m the honey in the beehive
I’m the ghost that’s nearly alive

I’m the hope that a blind man sees
I’m the lone rock in the breeze

I’m the diamond that’s never cut
I’m the unsung glory in the dust

I’m the blackest of the sheep
I’m the dream that won’t let you sleep

I’m, ME



Inspired by the gin soaked boy.

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Monday, September 27, 2004

Story

Every face has a story

A story of something
A story of nothing

Maybe a famous history
Or an unknown glory

Could be a memento mori
An unsung theory
Or something very contemporary

What’s your story, morning glory?

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Blogger j said...

took your invite--lots of stuff to distract me here...

Random thought of a musical director--the last line here "what's your story, morning glory", way before Oasis used it as an album title, was in a song from "Bye Bye Birdie"...

-the other j.

10:24 pm  

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Pretend 2 pretend

You pretend you’re high,
When you’re running low
You pretend you’re lured,
When you are miserably bored
You pretend you in love,
When you definitely abhor
You pretend people make you happy
When it’s you who makes you happy

You pretend you’re anything
Just to be adored?

But is what you get, what you need?

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Monday, September 06, 2004

I, me, myself ...

Bored at work... so took another personality test! Read on ...
My Music Personality

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Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Dear Stan,

You sound miserable
Are you always this way?
Or have i driven you to this desperation?
Or is your life all fucked up?
Or are you a self-proclaiming sadist?
You sound so sad that you could give a loser some inferiority complex!
And remember,
if there's anyone to blame... it's gotcha be you!

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