cannon abulia buddachunk buddachunk went the can(n)on 000710 ... startfires when i was little my parents used to take me to liberty memorial in KC on the fourth of july. they always did that 21 cannon salute and i cried every year until i was 11 'cause i was scared. 001003 ... yenaldlosi the happy accident of palmetto wood acting like a shock absorber as the royal navy fired its barrages upon the carolina coast 021125 ... p2 taco bell's cannon indy 021125 ... the awful truth looking down the barrel of a life it's pointed to a night that's bleeding out the eyes the life is focused on the right or wrong and not the night not the life the night is smokey-slow and drunk it's old people and punks sharing space in the park after dark the night is acid-bright with light it shines from the inside and makes you wonder why you need to wonder why we bow heads to the sky we never want to die we stock our basements full of foodstuffs we're living in a lie the birds you see when you cease to sleep are as important as the man on the street that you feed to feed your own esteem everything is the same everything is the same nothing is famous and nothing is named as the one everything the same everything the same you want to move forward but i want to remain in this world this life i know this is right you dont' need something else you got it tonight the stars and the trees and the wind in the leaves and you and your dreams; they all conceive ONE universe and without anything; it ceases to be a univers'ly good thing. it will become what we aint become something tainted some ugly misshapen monster we created that'll swallow us first and the rest of it next i'd rather push bikes with our feet till we get it. 061220 ... the awful truth i'd rather wait in this cannon forever then light the fuse on some careless endeavor and find myself flying or maybe i'm floating or else im just falling, and soon i'd be dying no, i'd rather sit here, not question my fate, or whats outside the black walls of thise shape, this tubular thing, this "cannon," or, "life," that seems so pointless - only if you don't look at it right. the life that we have, cannon or not - is possible to explode or not its possible this thing will flourish and rot together as one and that's what we want. 061220 ... e_o_i Some cool images there... are you making this up or is it from a song that I am woefully ignorant of? 061221 ... the awful truth this is mine, of course, but i'm flattered 061221 what's it to you? who go blather from