Tuesday, September 11, 2007

combo number 2 ?

im still trying to figure out this blogging thing. gosh its like im a 60 year old person trying to figure out this blogging thing and repeating myself a bunch of times, blogging thing. the whole lay out is a little more complicated then my live journal.
my scanner is on the fritz but when i resurrect it from the dead i will post pictures and hilariously hilarious storys. (not that anyone reads this thing) ill probably just laugh by myself :)

Monday, September 10, 2007

so school is back in season. kinda great! on the plus side those damn kids wont be playing football in the middle of the road which is one of the busiest residential streets in San Pedro. im not worried about the kids getting hit (they are bad kids) so much as them hitting my car with their football. On the down side Otis will be reclaiming the soul of my friend Krysta for at least one more year. Looks like late night visits of me talking to her while she falls sleep from exhausting school.

up next, delicious strawberry short cakes!

yummy food or secret advertisement for a poorly animated cartoon?

Holland, 1945

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes

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