Sunday, February 22, 2009

Today feels like an old-school Sunday so this song is appropraiate again.

Aul Brooks in 'The Shawshank Redemption' knew the deal!

Brooks: [narrating] Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer". And a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is he's okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun, an, an rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A poem and painting of mine.



"Ted Bundy"

He had the looks,
a charming front,
he read the books.
He had the bucks and the love of a woman,
but it wasn't enough.

He had everything it took,
but he needed interest,
and that's what killed him.

In the spirit of seeing the film 'Milk' last week....


Monday, February 16, 2009

Stanley Who?

Going to see this band in a few weeks.

I'll have 900 cc's of CC, stat!!

New Chris Cornell album out on March 10th. I'm pretty excited about it. Although I feared the worst when I heard that Timbaland was working on it with him, 3 out of the 4 full songs i've heard so far are really starting to grow on me, including this one.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

My newest poem.



'Camp Feelings'

Whose turn is it to hold the big stick?

Subject to open fire
but it’s ok if you trust the guys you’re with.

If it sends out signals to others,
you may as well use your objects of desire!

Magnify the Sun’s rays to make the message spread wider.