want it
need it
need it
I don't have to have it
but I got it
10-31-03
starlight
stardeath
will I see it's final breath?
11-3-03
oh my
it's mighty cold
all you fuckers
in t-shirts
are mighty bold
I am frozen to the bones
while you're so cozy
in your homes
the wind's so cold
that it hurts
even though I wore
four long-sleeved shirts
11-3-03
my joints are
sore. grinding
together. like a dry
mortar and pestle, making
powder out of my bones
leaving me weak and
defenseless agains the lesser evils in this
world.
[Here's a really old thing I wrote, but I didn't find it respectable enough for "The Beginning", but it was in the same e-mail. Here's a copy of that "song" and the comments on it from the e-mail it was found in.]
This song was inspired by me being bored and stoned watching espn wake boarding (?!).
I think it's stupid, and I doubt I'll ever make it a real song.
Let's go to america!
Where you can
smoke you drugs
and shoot your guns
Let's go to america!
Where you can
beat the minority
and get shot by cops
Let's go to america!
where the land is free
but you are not!
*they force us in schools
where they teach us to be "good"
all the time I'm stoned
all I want is food*
"...I believe it's easier to buy drugs in america than
bread..."
Let's go to america!
Where you're taught to conform
and left to die
Let's go to america!
wait, let's not
AMERICA'S WEAK
*chorus*
Let's go to america!
Where we can turn into drunks with our guns
Let's go to america!
Let's have some fun!
Let's go to america!
that's where I'm from!