Until search is back enabled I'm just going to store shit here for awhile.
A Fine Time to Find My Condom's Broken
I keep a photo of you under my pillow, it makes me feel safer than I would with a gun. It's more dangerous. In case of a break in, I'd whip it out and with a look the attackers head would blow like in Scanners.
Your parents first mistake was giving you a name, makes it harder to throw you away later on. Wish they had. At least I can say that I've finally seen what a wookie would look like shaved.
They say the holocaust was bad well obviously they've never seen you. Lucky them. Not sure what the hell you are but I'm sure I'd go to jail for beastiality.
I think I've found evolution's missing link, I'd rather keep this information to myself. Kinked chain there. Is your family doctors last name Moreau? Or did you pop out of someones chest?
I wouldn't touch that with a stolen dick, so someone is running around without one. Sweet Christ. Maybe it was the dark, or that last drink That caused me to somehow think you were beautiful.
Trek
They fall. Slowly, no hurry in their descent. They parachute in hordes all around. It's elemental war and today is D-Day. Imperfected clumps of individuality, they seem to absorb all sound creating a silence which adds to their stealthy air attack on the frozen ground below. They fall. It seems a shame to crush their gathering forces, leaving treaded earth reinforcements in my wake. Unfortunately for them, they may win this battle, but by spring they shall lose the war.
Browncage
The Irish Spring is trying to tell me something there's writing of unknown language on its side the bastard child of letters and numbers It seems so alien I'm afraid to open the box I don't want to be the cause for the world's enslavement
Out of the bathroom back in the rec room things aren't less strange.
The televison is always running movies they're all starting to run together Swayze says "Nobody puts baby in the corner" Except the Blair Witch She put them all in the corner Why do I know this ****? How could it be relevant?
Out of the rec room back in the bathroom things are getting strange
The crack in the toilet seat is spreading I don't want to be the one to get knicked why does it have to be made of wood? Everything here is wood. Wait, why is it not splintering? It looks shattered like glass what is in that soap box?
Out of the bathroom into the rec room why are things so strange
All the walls here are wood as well except for the beam near the door it's covered in ugly tiger-esque carpet Why is it only there? What needs to be protected? It never bothered me before why do I need to know now?!
Out of the rec room into the bathroom Now I'm getting scared
The sink is covered in black stains Stains not created by me. I don't even know what they're from. The soap must be used Fear I not the forbidden box The package is destroyed and all that lays inside is a note
"Out of the bathroom and into the rec room THIS is your life"
Amber
Powerful inferno of fire and light The people dance, and chant around you Their merriment like an encantation seems to add to your glow They feed your desire, making you stronger, making you King Your flames unfurl and stretch, tasting the faces gathered Your charred, rotting body slowly turning a deep dark red You spit your stars into the night, only to have them fade out to to dust, never joining their bigger brothers above Time goes by, the people of merriment disappear and your hunger grows and grows How could your caregivers let you starve let you die? You lose strength, shrink to coals and ash that radiates your beating heart slowing as death approaches Just another dieing star Fading into a new dawn
Anywhere But Here
Ground glows with radiated moonlight driven snow. That seems to lead you like forgotten highways of memories and pastimes of old. That comforting feeling of cold air hugging your face, Seems to embrace you and carry you away to a well hidden place.
So wave goodbye and say farewell to the days that were good enough to cherish Those who tell you that change is good are the ones who pretend to face it.
Night seems infinite but for this moment it ends here for you to stare. Gives you the chance to forget the when and why and to focus on the where of which you stand and what you are and what you're supposed to give. If only this was my prerogative
Take that chance and face that fear and stick around till last call. Maybe life wouldn’t be so bad if we stopped to absorb it all. And take yourself away from the people who drag you down and take yourself anywhere but here.
No Loitering
It seems like we've always been here like all rivers to flow to this place, parked in our booth at Tim Hortons Triple-triple for me, double-double for you always seemed to make a night complete sitting here at 3AM When we've all had too much to drink and trying our best not to repeat the same stories we've told before.
One more coffee and then we'll leave how about one last story for the road I just need some time to rest my knees before we go back out into the cold.
Remember the painting you bought at the garage sale down the street of dogs sitting 'round playing cards? I don't think the game was poker it just seems to obvious Maybe it was Bull**** Imagine how funny it would be to hear them try and say it with a mouthful of peanut butter
One more coffee and then we'll leave just one more joke before we go. I just need some time to warm back up I really don't to want to return home.
Did you ever the one about the priest that walked into a bar that serves anything from animals to talking lamps. Then something happens or is said that results in comedic happenstance always ends that way maybe just once I'd like to see them all ignore each other or the giraffe and the bartender brawl.
No more coffee, we're cut off for the night the clerk points to the loitering sign on the wall Just another Saturday night staying at Tim Horton's till last call.
Honest Sam's Used Car Emporium
Dusty tattered streamers flap on the left,
an air conditioner rattles till death
Its sound drowned by an fm radio.
Beach Boys lyrics fill the air while
eager patrons stop to stare at
cars with old history instead of new.
Holes covered with putty cement,
stench of pine and lemon scent,
rust hidden behind shiny paint
Honest Sam’s Has A Vehicle For You!
We promise you the cheapest rates
see our flyers for rebates
Don’t worry, that scratch will come out!
We’re here to offer the greatest deals
just come on in and see our steals
free balloons for your kids, seniors too!
Salesmen with slicked back hair
stalk the store's showroom floor for
the next sucker they can dupe
Business is really booming today
must be the new ad on the interstate
the one that promises a “t.v. with sale”
Someone bought the XJ-6
one with no brakes left to fix
the new owner shakes an oily hand
Honest Sam’s: Isurance Is For Fools!
Leave your worries at the door
you’re safe with us , rest assure
the customer is always number one
Ask about our President’s Day Sale
We’ll send you coupons in the mail
Just don’t report us to the B.B.A.
Honest Sam’s: We’ll make a deal
Come on in, get behind the wheel
Don’t worry, that’ll fix with glue.
Homesick Blues
Grid lit fireflies on a hazy night sky.
Even shadows find a way to exist
in the darkest heart of the city.
Do trees reach for salvation or damnation?
At least they’re at peace
with both sides of their being.
While man still tries to build
his way closer to creation.
Goodbye loving care, hello empty stare.
No excuses, only rushes.
To another stop, another transfer,
going nowhere but
to somewhere.
You can try to branch away
but your roots go deep.
Gone from hell to heavan.
But what if maybe, just maybe,
You had it upside down all along.
Are You There?
You were always a fighter
Now your greatest battle is fighting
the restraints that keep you from falling
out of your old wheelchair
In the beginning there were sparks
Thoughts and memories that tied
our faces together in your mind
Now they all seem lost.
Did you notice when grandpa left
When your husband no longer showed
To sit next to your bed?
The idea of his passing
Would only get lost in your head
Hollow sounds mumbled.
a word
a name
a place
struggle crosses your empty face
Staring with confusion
Do you see me
Can you hear me
Do you know me
A ghost to you is all I must be.
It’s New Year’s Eve, and you are passing
A fitting time for a new beginnings
All I see is another year of you gone
Now your body as well as the mind.
We say good-bye to a woman
Who gave us all her love and care
Even in this time of sadness
Our hearts can feel a little lighter
Because this woman
This mother
This lover
This fighter
Had already died six years prior.
The Ruins
The boys looked for wood for the campfire
While the girls drank back more liquor
And their laughter grew higher.
Glow of a lighter, outlined their faces
Usual suspects huddled in the darkness,
Burning sage sails in night’s empty spaces
They’d start all their bonfires
The way their fathers taught them
Back when they were children
Back Before all this boredom
Teepee stacked branches
Atop the twigs and the grasses,
Crumpled dirty magazines
And a loving dose of gasoline
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