Obsessed with darkness. And the search for the nucleus of my own truth. A calm nothingness built of the threads of heavy whispers is my overcoat.
Punching a heart shaped hole in a lifetime-thick wall with the lights off is my exercise.
I'm talking into the ether in the shape of no cry for help. Please dont help.
A blog is a blip in the primordial ooze of a faceless nation's daily minutia.
Music is shared, stolen and shunned between savages, savants and suckers.We shouldn't care that much.
We will go on with our business of shoveling driveways to get to our jobs to pay for the stuff that you and our children need because our neighborsparentsclergytelevisions told us so. What did you say, John?
I’m sick and tired of hearing thingsFrom uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocriticsAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truthI’ve had enough of reading thingsBy neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politiciansAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truthNo short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dickyIs gonna mother hubbard soft soap meWith just a pocketful of hopeMoney for dopeMoney for ropeNo short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dickyIs gonna mother hubbard soft soap meWith just a pocketful of soapMoney for dopeMoney for ropeI’m sick to death of seeing thingsFrom tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinistsAll I want is the truthJust gimme some truth nowI’ve had enough of watching scenesOf schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnasAll I want is the truth nowJust gimme some truth