no reason i have found in this place that is circling all round the sun and when we meet on a cloud i'll be laughing out loud i'll be laughing with everyone i
see can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all

i love it

and the saw
silentbob the only girl i ever loved
was born with roses in her eyes
but then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

this song has been haunting me
one wrecked angle i'm in love with silentbob. well, actually she's 42, and she's a she, and i'm not really in love with her (that's a separate story), but she listens to all these crazy indie bands that i've never heard of except from our man bob, and as we hopped into her car tonight, after my having been in a car all day, she popped in a cd and said, 'have you ever heard of neutral milk hotel?' 040201
silentbob I nod to you approvingly 040201
silentbob i love you jesus christ 040323
rubydee When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers
and how you built a tower tumbling thru the trees
in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
and your mom would stick a fork right into
daddys shoulder
and your dad would throw the
garbage all across the floor
as we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for
and this is
the room one afternoon
I knew I could love you
from above you how I sank into your soul into that secret place where noone dares to go
and your
mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
and dad would dream about the different ways to die
each one a little more than he could dare to try
its worth posting your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies while you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums the music and medicine you
needed for comforting so make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving and pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me soft silly music is
meaningful magical the movements were
beautiful all in your ovaries all of them milking with green fleshy flowers while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines smelling of semen
all under the garden was all you were needing when you still believed in me
soylentblack ...and in the dark we will take off our
clothes, and they'll be plaaaaaaacing fingers through the notches in your spine, and when all is breaking, everything that you could keep inside...
what's it to you?
who go