The Life Of Death

Well it was 104 years
and she knew little joie
man what a life
what a history
what everything
i am so proud!

address

ugh, somay papers to fill
tired of given them what they want but i got to do it
to get what i want so i can do what i want
i can send them away
and i will be happy
but that one thing i hate
i hate tellin them where my sole is
i hate tellen them with the ink of life
i hate writing down my own address
it takes to much time

quiet time

shut the fuck up
i dont care and dont have the time to
i wish to go home
i wish for a warm bed
i wish for time to read my book
i wish for lots of things
i have to work
i have to listen
i have to comply
i have to do so much
so tired
so anoyed
bad moods suck

A Change in the Angle

Well, waht to say, so many surprises, so many dissapointments
people are leaving and people are comming
people are talking and people are not
life around me is changing and it is chaning me
im not new and shiny any more
my turne is up
my fear is gone, but a new one arises
to many decisions that are not mine
everyone expects me to go
but im going to stay
stay here, be me and defy who is out there
defy the real world and to become who i want
im sick of people telling me what to do
its not my turn but im changing the rules!

the creating of a not so real life

a book to start, that is what i started
i made a life, not on paper, not in a womans womb
but on the crystal display of a laptop
is it not right to not finish it tongiht, but i had to get it started to get it out of my head
who is he and where is he going
who cares, he is, he is not alive and moving
his job is real, his thoughs are real and his places are real
but they are not all him
they are you and me, they are here and there
you have been there, he was there, he is there
the music in the backround makes him come alive
thank you for making the possable happen
thank you for looking my way, and sparking the creation of life
for allowing him to streach his wing and fall
we will see if he makes it to where he wants or
if the fall kills him in the end

thai noodles

eehhhhh need a tissue
(snif snif)
glad to be home, my little silver box keeping me compnay
so is november, his engineer all done for the week
time to play and cook
spicy, tasty noodles
needed more oil, a little sticky, but the green bottle by my side helps wash it down
made a whole box
put some away for later
tonight or tomaorw, we will see
going to see some friend on the internet
dont know who they are but we all meet at the same place
a holy ground on the high way of information
where we spill each others blood
and we help each other out
little is said but all is knows and understood
i die, enough time to swril my fork in the noodles
no time for the green bottle, and no time to t...
to tell them a one word conversation that everyone understands
a one line between deaths
one line of pure wisodom
damn
one line

midnight numbers

eeehhhh almost time to get up again
tired of looking at other peoples web pages.... blogs
but it is a good time passer
other than work. but i should be doing work, but that can wait
hate this key bord, the one thats split in two
erganomics suck,
i really am tired of getting these numbers every night
all i do is get these numbers
well i guess that is part of being an engineer

i really want to create
i want to draw and wirte my book
well its not my book, it is erik's and my book
but man i got my ideas and i need to get them out of my head
i need my apple, my book, my little silver box that holds my life
i could use some halo time too, haha
yeah, that is good, play with other people
but man do most of them have no imagination
i need a mate.... with imagination
with drive, the last had no dirve
man i need some drive, tired of sitting
tired of complaining, ill try to stop.........

the craving for ink

end of the four day strech
so many ideas in my head
and the craving for ink
thoes buzzing needles,
pericing my skin
leaving a black smudge, that wont wash off
the satifaction of something that was not supose to be there
but it is now
the sound, the feeling, how intoxicating
the product, what does it mean
why so important,
long decision making, the proper way
nothing off the wall for me, it has to be my own
whats next, where does it go,
when can i get it, it interfeers with my life
no water for three weeks, my gills are already dry enough
dont pick at it, but the temtation is so.... uhg
but that end product is all worth it
that smoth skin, that had a different color than the rest
the small raised scared parts
the long black lines, the shading the solid color
the fact that it is there for along time, for ever

music to pass the time

what is work with out something to pass the time
with out something to make you do better
work harder, faster or slower, to make you think of something else

do your remember that song from your past
when you where there, listening to that song
that band, that voice, that message, that rift
that life, that once life, where did it go
how did it evolve

do you remember, the feelings the time the hour the second
now listening to that song, band, voice, rift
the weather affects the moods of the sole
the sole affects the moods of work
and work affects us all

the night was young, or is it old
was there a storm out side or was it in my sterio
what was i dreaming about, why does that sound make me feel like this
where was i, and why was i so mad, at who or what
was it worth it, did it change me to what i am
or did it make me what i am
was it worth it?

workin in da lab

trumpets, sax's
"in the bounce hall, in the danc hall"
so much better makin chemistry go by
listen to the sexy boody pop
jump around in the small space
be carful with the acid, dont want to drop it
but all i want to do is "move my feet and shake my body to the beat"
what a change from the couch,
what a change from it all,
no one to look at me, and yea i want to rubber duck with you!!!

song change.......

no more chemistry
boy waht you can get done when you are alone and getting paid at 2300
the moon, well who knows what it looks like, its to cold out right now
"oooohhhh ooohhhh do the things that i do,"
"i dont know why...... i dont know why......."
"i dont know wht...... i dont know why......."
"and so sorry i got to simmer down like bob marley!!!!"

Well... what a change from last night, done with feeling down and bad
listen to good music, that is the cure!!! hahaha
whish i could pipe this in to the whole plant!!!
and im not talkin about a plant in the soil!! hahahaha
well we are routed here, haha
we are in the groud, and we do use fuel, not the sun to well.. make power
we dont grow, well maybe some of the people here do, in side
open their minds, but that is so hard, most set in thier ways!
i grow though!!, i love the stuff,
"if you dont go up,then your cant come down, no one is goin to through you down to the ground"

remember, learn live and make sure you smile once in a while!!

getting ready for work

it is a late night,
everything is sturring in my mind
i watch november carry his grey mouse in his mouth
few things bring a sime to my face

third movie for the night, is it the last or is it the frist
when will the night end and where will i be
green bottles cludder the coffie table

such a romantic, whish i could share it with some one
toasted ravialie, beer on the side,
i want to go to sleep, but if i do work is not twleve hours anymore
work becomes endless
wish i chould spend some time with some one

the sun would be nice, it shining on my skin
walking in the warmth of the light
sigh
well i could draw to pass the time but what, for who
what i want to draw they dont deserve,

the ink on my arms is finaly dry
i can enter the water but there is no water to enter
it is all frozen over, people want what i have but they dont want to try
they want me to share with them what i see,
how i feel, where i go and my excitment
that is why i like my gills, i dont have to talk to them
they cant talk to me, only a few can comunicate with me
and thoes who can i trust

how do i miss them
the guppy trainers, who i tought how to train
how they trusted me, and how i trusted them
what i wouldnt give to dive with them just one more time,
to share the tresures of the deep and to talk about what we had done
to see the faces, the faces of what explores might see from a time before us

2350 and my watch goes off, time to take the numbers at work
but im not at work, i wonder what my work mates are doin, their job
proboly, but are they talking or laughing or what,
what ever, they are there and i am here, i wonder if they think of work they same way i do
or is it just a job, but it is not just a job, it is a deffinition of charictor

some one to talk to
some one to hang out with, usualy a girl is more fun
more to talk about, just to hold too, i dont need to go to bed
just to hold on to and hand out with
to talk to about romance to sweep off her feet that would be fun
it was fun but man did that turn in to a mess, what a fucken mess
now where am i, here at home, november is my only companion
and he does waht he wants, i like what he does
he is a good cat and he is so harmess
he can only bring a smile to my face, when he speaks i listen

when you are up all night you see things and do things that normal people dont do
you cook for the fun of it and only eat a little
you play darts for pratic, for a team that doesnt exsist
you drink some beer, but ou never get buzzed
you talk to friends that are up, but they need to go to bed
you make blogs about whats on your mind
and you hope some one reads it and talks back
wish for some one to talk back

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