Sunday, August 29, 2010
god bless the Rolling Stones
the rhythms, the words, the gypsy snake magic moan shake that lies at the heart of it, seductive,evil, it is the devils music, but if the devil is lucifer, the bringer of light, then certainly the london boys carry the torches lit by his flame. the music of hot summer nights. the music of eternal youth. ladies and gentelman, the rolling stones.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
it's early and she's beautiful
It's early and she is beautiful.
today it is she who works, not me.
I gravitate toward her endless sea eyes
it is sunrise and she opens the curtains
telling me not to be such a vampire
I want to kiss her neck.
She knows she is not always safe
but she Is always safe with me.
today it is she who works, not me.
I gravitate toward her endless sea eyes
it is sunrise and she opens the curtains
telling me not to be such a vampire
I want to kiss her neck.
She knows she is not always safe
but she Is always safe with me.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
waiting on the end of the world with Ant Zirp & Tom Waits
Tom Waits Is a rain dog, I am a sunshine boy left in the yard too long for the doorman not to notice. Franz Kafka is belligerent as he swims in his beer and Chris Ferrino writes his next song on his sweater. the new york moon is laughing in it's bony teeth, switchblade skies are opening for the virgin clouds to enter. the grease that makes it's name on the shores of our sore bodies grown in idaho I don't know slams the ceiling simply to create the 1st feeling.
repressed memories decorate the walls, the classy paintings of the jet set. our pain is the newspaper shards clamped to the porchtrolls sleeping underneath.
repressed memories decorate the walls, the classy paintings of the jet set. our pain is the newspaper shards clamped to the porchtrolls sleeping underneath.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Tea Is Scalding Hot
The Tea Is scalding hot!
The Tea Is scalding hot!
I'll give it everything I've got!
The Tea Is scalding Hot!
no one said this job
wouldn't have it's hazards
and it's glamours.
and it's amorous attendants
ascended from the bedsprings.
th quiet choir boy sings
guitar in hand, like a new found land
he decides to name "America."
The Tea Is scalding hot!
I'll give it everything I've got!
The Tea Is scalding Hot!
no one said this job
wouldn't have it's hazards
and it's glamours.
and it's amorous attendants
ascended from the bedsprings.
th quiet choir boy sings
guitar in hand, like a new found land
he decides to name "America."
Monday, August 16, 2010
Hello!
Howdy, my name is Lou Toad. Me and you are gonna get to know eachother real good soon. I hail from east boston, massachusetts. I fancy myself a writer. I fancy the words Of Mark Twain, Jack Keroauc, JD Salinger, H.P. Lovecraft, Franz Kafka, and many others. words/images/ideas fill up my head a lot of the time, so i figured i'd start spilling em out right here. I haven't the slightest idea what any of it means so don't bother asking.
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