Against The Sun

come on down, place your bets, live and learn with no regrets.

fillin' cups, bathroom bumps, light another cigarette.

strum the chords, I'll learn the words, and we'll all sing along.

scream and shout, and thrash about, you know we can't go wrong.

you gotta roll the dice. put it on the line.

don't think twice, make haste, don't waste your time.

this ship will sink, we're on the brink, times a runnin' out.

late night regrets, you wont forget, throw away your doubts.

from bow to stern, it ain't what ya earn, it's how you navigate.

so take the wheel, with sturdy keel, and keep on sailing straight.

you gotta roll the dice. put it on the line.

don't think twice, make haste, don't waste your time.

make haste, don't waste your time.

make haste.

don't waste.

your time.

salad days

put those uneven bricks beneath my feet,

roaming timeworn streets, endless heat.

roll of the dice, boots laced tight,

spin the same three records all night.

your first bands, and one night stands,

walking tall, with open hands.

never thought twice about wasting time,

or leaving this city behind.

So simplistic, so realistic, so sadistic.

scrape and skim.

make do on whims.

roving troop-like,

with infectious influence,

clanking glass, and humor; crass.

crazy, cynical, cretins,

calloused, and carefree.

reconcile to the relief;

consumed in sacred ground for me.
there wasn't always a place to go,
but there was always an urgent need to belong.

and there..

it's all too often i fear that my eyes rat me out.

maybe the stitch job was too obvious.

maybe theres just too fucking many stitches.

confident, yet reluctant in advance.

out on the firing line one too many times,

stay steadfast, hold your course.

Ostracized if not otherwise ,
Left to my own device you'll surely see,

Rabbid dogs chewing at my feet,
Trying to protect their side of the street.

i am not a writer

i am human. i am the greatest fucking tool in the world.

i am twenty two years worth of self development; a hotbed of skills, stories, and creative thought. i'd even go as far as to say i am an interesting human, a strange mold-breaking foundry fuck-up crammed with real thought and idiosyncratic insight. and yes i do hold myself above many but that is mainly because the shit i like is cool, and our generation is filled with fuckin' retards. i am willing, able, and equipped to do great, but what good would that do?

you gotta realize nothing fucking matters; unless it matters to you. and what matters to most is pure bullshit. what matters is passion, talent, and bonds. everything else is based solely on monetary value and a sense of normality.

sorry i am not furthering my "schooling" and "career". sorry i still fail at getting a "normal" job, or for that matter living a "normal" life. sorry i am not climbing a ladder that is most definitely in the process of being kicked from beneath. i don't like the way the generations have transcended, and i will continue not being a part of it. rewind the calender half a century, and take a long fucking look. it boggles my mind how such a resilient, bright, intuitive breed of humans have devolved mentally into the dribble that leaks out of loathsome lovers today.

feeling the slightest guilt for the simpleminded guises i do not follow, only induces a discharge of stolid detachment.

"what are you going to do with your life?"

- live it motherfucker.