This is me.

The Whole Mess...Almost by Gregory Corso

I ran up six flights of stairs
to my small furnished room
opened the window
and began throwing out
those things most important in life

First to go, Truth, squealing like a fink:
"Don't! I'll tell awful things about you!"
"Oh yeah! Well, I've nothing to hide... OUT!"
Then went God, glowering & whimpering in amazement:
"It's not my fault! I'm not the cause of it all!" "OUT!"
Then Love, cooing bribes: "You'll never know impotency!
All the girls on Vogue covers, all yours!"
I pushed her fat ass out and screamed:
"You always end up a bummer!"
I picked up Faith Hope Charity
all three clinging together:
"Without us you'll surely die!"
"With you I'm going nuts! Goodbye!"

The Beauty... ah, Beauty---
As I led her to the window I told her:
"You I loved the best in life ...but you're a killer; Beauty kills!"
Not really meaning to drop her
I immediately ran downstairs
getting there just in time to catch her
"You saved me!" she cried
I put her down and told her: "Move on."

Went back up those six flights
went to the money
there was no money to throw out.
The only thing left in the room was Death
hiding beneath the kitchen sink:
"I'm not real!" It cried
"I'm just a rumor spread by life..."
Laughing I threw it out, kitchen sink and all
and suddenly realized Humor was all that was left---
All I could do with Humor was to say:
"Out the window with the window!"

posted by Andie @ Wednesday, February 22, 2006 Comments: 0

i heart this song....A LOT....amazing

One of those songs i never get sick of hearing. listen to it. enjoy it. i hope it becomes one of your favorites. :D

Hide and seek by Imogen Heap

Where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only
just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling

Spin me round again
and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity
of this
still life

Hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
(no you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were here first

mm what d'ya say?
mm that you only meant well, well of course you did
mm what d'ya say?
mm that it's all for the best, because it is
mm what d'ya say?
that it's just what we need, you decided this?
what did you say?
what did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid sweet talk newspaper word cut outs
Speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit

posted by Andie @ Tuesday, February 07, 2006 Comments: 0