Some are old

Well, all are old. Some may have not been posted (maybe though)

to the stump:
crawl out of yr roots / seep yr maple in my eyes / teach me green envy

to my buffalo:
where do yr souls roam / when wilder beast known as men / skinned yr hides for fun?


childhood:
damn the lies they told! / colour me in fairytales / ...gimme back my dreams

the skyline:
fuck you picasso / with yr blue phase you jaded / pink sunflower skies

skyline take 2:
a tramp on the run / blue reflects in her stale eyes / of whats yet to come

skyline take 3:
sea shore brings bottles / from long distance lost lovers / with paper thin notes

to a muse:
you told your disease / not faith in chaos she said / real eyez YR brilliant !

valleys & wind please
yes, thats whats to come of me
soon enough i'm free

cauliflower land
hiccuped through the valley
sway on, green envy

you bring the bullshit
i bring random hissy fits
lets create some hits !

don't play hide and seek
she echoed to the rambler
your my muse . . . really !


little girl echoes words:
1 more story of the west
then we get some rest

lemon breath you reek
of a bitter boy syndrome
you need sugar canes.

lemon aid takes two
parts sugar, one part lemon
care to join the mix?

i would have not went
if it wasnt for these writes
so thank you, goodnight

marriage is frugal:
we'll forget all the good parts
and become such bores

of westward daydreams,
i'm not sturdy like tree trunks
. . .my mind drifts likes leaves

green meadow hop along
perhaps rewind to sad songs
now that you are gone

my twilight reader
true, the stars move yr calm soul
i cant be yr vamp.

frigid cold wind breeze
sand in toes, you sing to me
the song of the sea

so i'll move out west
and perhaps be a poor bore
at least theres no chores !

oh, boo forever
i'm always star gazing now
lost in translation?

once upon a dream

i mean i had to get past the whole "my girl is in a loving relationship with him" thing-- but its really cool now!

round 2

back again so soon? he sneers. i thought i had my way with you already...
yes.
this is me versus the machine.
this is me standing at 121 pounds, against a 3 pound object. a different battle, yet the similarities are mind bending.

i sit, pressing my fingertips to the robots fingertips in order to spell out a word, conduct a sentence. these are not just symbols anymore.
this is me not memorizing the keys and using a direct stream of conscious.
this is me, possibly boring (or rather, too rational for my self liking)
this is my first attempt at attempting to control my phsyiological methods of perception, in the most basic of forms, through my senses.
i'm at war with the symbols and machine (the robot in front of me) which i let dictate many aspects of my life.

chomp on it and get back to me please

strange how natural it feels to fall asleep beside a lovers skin and bones. nothing is put on the shelf or hidden away: instead, all is out to be explored and learned . its pure and its raw & i remember a conversation with a friend once, discussing the measurement of love, and 1) how can we measure it if we have never truly known it? 2) how can anyone compare their love, since we all have different experiences / perceptions? it is an interesting concept that comes back to me from time to time. I know from my standards what i observe, perceive, aknowledge, understand, take in, digest, and so forth. but what about through anothers eyes? it is a bit exciting to know that even if i make an attempt to perceive the world through anothers eyes and mind frame, i will really never have any clue what they are thinking, because we have not had the same idential experiences. maybe, anyway.
thoughts anyone?

strange condition

it is indeed when the mind shifts . . . unlike the past, it has been an upward trend. go lizzys mind ! the market is finally shifting in an upward line. (sitting here, daydreaming of economics and my mind acting as some sort of flow mpr chart...if that is even what it is called)

i have not written in a long time, much of anything. instead, i've been discovering new albums put out by old bands. i've been reading little; more or less have only been stimulated through sound. re-learning all the words forgotten from an old cd, hearing new songs put out and trying to tap along to the beats (forgivemylackofrhythm) etc etc. i don't know where i was going with this .
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watching through shifty eyes, you smoke yr cigarette, steady in hand, posture at a 90 degree angle. i sit, with poor posture to blame, blank slate yet curiously driven. awake and day dreaming thinking back to society and the media on a whole: baurillads (spelling?) theory on simulacra in fact: are all meanings really replaced now by symbols? have we little representation of the actual meaning? is everything surrounding us a mere artifact ? do words belong in a museum?

this year i would like to work on my use of words. i was never good with linguistics. i use words in all the wrong context, and it gets me in trouble (rather, people annoyed)

so, adieu lolz and plz and short term due to my lack of lazy typing. (maybe anyway)
hello actually reading, aknowledging in a timely fashion, and making an attempt to not be so god damn anti social and really listen.

other idea for this year is look at mostly positives. a chomsky quote i may have posted in here before, but good for this moment:

“Whether a person feels positive or not is kind of a comment on their personality and of no great interest. You can find positive signs or you can find negative signs. How you evaluate them depends on something that happened in your life recently or something like that. There's no objective way to do it. The important thing is you try to commit yourself to making the positive signs more real. Suppose you felt that there's 99 percent of a probability that human civilization is going to be destroyed in the next hundred years, but one percent chance it won't be, and that one percent offers some opportunities to do something. Well, you commit yourself to that one percent.” CHOMSKY.