It’s a joke
to my self
but you wouldn’t know that
run when you should jump
skip when you should skat
she made it up.
It’s a…funny
in the news
about a blondeheireddowell
but she shared her seashells with to many paupers
so a witch put her under a spell.
It’s a comedic farce
to the Martians
she never meant to invade.
In a world of earpollution
her landscape needs excavating.
It’s a tragedy
over time
as the world would now say
cause every thing
that was in the past
was written in today.
she gave it up.
It’s a never-mind
of present year
that you were meant to
take.
GETTHISGIRLSOME: she must be daring
or the universe might think she’s a fake.
I was going to post a Blog about the drama that transpired this past week (my white grandmother died, white family told my mom not to bring her kids ~me, my bro, my sister~ cause we are part black, mother went to the funeral anyway, grandfather makes racist joke at funeral… blah blah blah, drama, drama, drama…)
But instead, I was on someone’s Myspace and the little ditty below was posted. I laughed.
"I saw a lady on TV, she was born without arms. That’s sad, but then they said, "Lola does not know the meaning of the word 'can't'." that, to me, is even worse in a way. Not only is she missing arms, but she doesn't understand simple contractions."
VOICE OF REASON SCREAMS:he beamed like loomed
gloom
and doom
but amongst the this’ers
his happiness did assume.
and that-ing
and here-ing
she said with a dial
that all the world is bliss
despite the man’s defile.
you see
maybe she looked
inside THEBIGHEART
and created and abated
a brand new start.
unregulated
overstated
this crooked smiled…
was dated like jaded stone
she was beguiled.
get this picture’s some
two his’s her’s mated
before hebetudinous
and lethargy elated.
Or at least paint once-in-a-while
happiness
was bliss.
until the picture was ruined
with the
smudges of
a
kiss.
um… enough of my politicschangeworldlovelifemoneymongers postings…
here’s a fun little ditty:
1. go to Google
2. click on "maps"
3. click on "get directions"
4. type "
5. type "
6. click on "get directions"
7. scroll down to step #24
enough said.
Last night I went to see this guy, formerly of the band Men At Work , at this place.
(back Up)
First I walked around the
So I go into Cosmic Pizza to kill some time before the show, and I’m drinking my glass of Pinot Noir… and I’m talking to Rod.
(fast forward)
Rod is a 60-something year old
Me and Rod. Sitting in a pizza place shaped like a spaceship. Talking about who we used to be. Killing time…
(Pause, Fast Forward, Rewind, PLAY)
So the concert was good. Not great. Not amazing. Just good.
The venue had slow service, but the food was tasty (Chicken Picatta with mashed potatoes and asparagus was on my plate).
Colin has a distinct voice that is quite melodic. He did his signature “Who Can It Be Now” and “Down Under”. He was actually quite funny and entertaining, as he spoke of the myriad adventures of what prompted the writing of his earlier songs.
17 cents. That's that checks he receives for some of his songs. You're lifes work... boiled down to the change you find in the lint screen.
P.S. Muse is on vacation… so you’ll have to settle for ATG’s rendition of last eve’s events.
Dig it.
So I’m about to brush my teeth. It’s Lazy-Daze-SunDaze at ATG’s pad. I get out of the shower (so fresh and so clean), slather on some lotion, dress… the usual. I’m cleaning, humming, dancing around (the usual), a Woody Allen flick is playing in the background (
I use this whitening pre-rinse (sort of like a pre-brush mouthwash… I drink a lot of coffee, gotta make sure my teeth stay pearly!), so I take a swig (mint-y tasting, yet it gets all foamy as you swish it around, which makes me gag). Anyway, I’m there swishing, and suddenly a Dance hits me like a freight train. It’s in me. I HAVE to let it out. So I start, wailing around, thrashing dancing like MUSEic hit me in the gut with a baseball bat.
Suddenly.
The pre-wash, mint-y tasting, foam in your mouth… shoots up the back of my throat and into my nose canal.
ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo
Breath
Breath
ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo
ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo
ACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo
Breath.
The pre-wash, mint-y tasting, foam in your mouth… spews all over the bathroom.
Sneezes so hardy… Snow White would be proud.
I’m choking
I’m laughing
I’m choking
My nose burns.
My eyes water.
I’m choking
I’m laughing.
Yeah.
I’m laughing.
Just another day in the life…
Totally off the topic: The Move (e) revue:
Disturbia: ok. I’d wait for the rental
The Reaping: ok. If I would have paid for this movie, I’d a been like “uh, yeah it wasn’t half bad, entertaining)
Martian Boy: very cute, not to mention I LOVE John Cusack.
Year of the Dog; horrible. I wouldn’t rent it. I wouldn’t see it. I love Molly Shannon, this is one of the worst films I’ve seen this year.
Now for a word from our sponsors:
Fuck.
Too much
Do you want my autograph?
Life.
Too little
Do you want to know what I think about on the weekends?
(she thinks you know)
I mean
I dance
I sing
I am
You want to be.
ME.
Like I said…
Don’t you look at my playlist?
(badadadada)
Yeah, she said
It’s fright, I know.
Cause the Wheaties I had
Were sad
Eat
Me.
Cause
If
All
You got
Is
Big
Tits
(maybe you should reconsider)
You see.
this.
girl
got’s
Canwehavekippersforbreakfast
Everyone’s a million
Air
Like you never gave a fuck about what you were breath
Ing.
She gloats.
Badadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada.
(come here my darling).
No man is an
Island
Country
One-tree
She things
Baddadada
Badadadadadadadadada
Bob called.
He want’s
Conversation with my mom the other day:
ATG: so I think I’m going to volunteer at a hospice.
MOM: why?
ATG: hm… I feel like I haven’t been exposed to death enough, I mean, I’m not getting any younger and it’s inevitable that folks are going to start dropping like flies.
MOM: are you afraid I’m going to die?
ATG: -uncomfortable pause- well, not really, I mean, I know it’s going to happen sooner or later, so I just want to be exposed to more of it. Who knows, my number could be up before yours is. Death. I mean. No sense in getting worked up over something that’s inevitable, you know?
MOM: yeah.
Haven’t done one of these in a while:
Celeb encounter of the week: Stevie Wonder
Now that’s an encounter I’m not embarrassed to share!
Nothing like being in a dance club, and having Stevie walk in, and suddenly the DJ puts on a classic mix of all Stevie songs, and everyone is screaming “You Can Feel It All Over” like they made it up themselves.
Music: transcends color lines, social class, and everything in between.
That’s why you should check out Steve’sSpace… he know’s his MUSEic.
Dig it.
What if she’s not into it
She said.
I mean.
She has her nice face, with her nice stuff, with her banging body, and her awesome hair.
And she feels
Not
For…
More money
More status
More workouts
More publicity
More of
Whatever is what they say
I’m cool.
I mean.
For some reason
I don’t want
Kids
Life
Love
Property
Anything..
(will she change?)
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
But today… this is just me.
I’m not worried about
you
Worrying about
me
Worrying about
you.
She said.
Then one day she happened upon a dance
Perchance
It was with two (tango up in blue)
And she carried around
A satchel of love
But it created another hue (moretolifethancolors).
Must be whiskey-eyes untrue.
Oh Lord, grant me a wish
Put a dime in the juke box
And seal it with a kiss
I’m not worried about you
Worrying about me
Worrying about you
She said.
Then she gave me another backwards glance
She’s in a cowboy stance
But her spurs
kept getting caught
on the soul of her shoe.
GETTHISGIRLSOME: shemustbeleadingon
Cause you’re gonna make me lonesome when your gone…
it’s
true.
(yeah)
This one IS about ONE
Plus
ONE.
Too.
