shoes sunk into soil
speed isn't velocity
without direction

just remeber:
the turd that won't flush;
initially came from you.

the walrus greed
atop his porpoise steed
ensures me
that nothing
i hold is MY property.

and ends it with a hearty guffaw
his rotten teeth
roadmapping my flaws

a juicy condescendence
enjoyed only by those with
chlorophyll spite-souls,
short sharp teeth
and absolutley no courage for themselves

on the beach with
casual sex and absinthe
tonight girl, tonight

so today sure started off with a bang.
and there's more coc- i mean cacophony where that came from as today is the first day of practice with the newly-solidified lineup.

so rib tattoos hurt.
a lot.

and a hyena in his stead.

i see things happen.
then they do.
then i read about them in my fortune cookies.

best st. patties day ever.

drank a bunch of irish coffee and a dog ended up licking my ass.

today, i got paid and i took the day off work.

the good ol' diarrhea excuse.

yeah.

life is the god-damnedest thing sometimes.

that is why i love it.

"ebb and flow--
to and fro..."
some thing, some-thing, something...

i'll not be sleeping tonight.