3000 years ago the world was a giant place. expansive forests untouched lands skies were for the birds, trees were forever and natures worst invention
i wait for my friends to get off work and stand and smoke and a crazy man sits next to me looking down at a pile of his broken dreams and he won't even
Lets go down to the lake and take a swim in toxic waste. I dive in the buildings soar so high, i can not see the sky - theres something strange about
remember the famous last words that someone famous said, "tell them i said something, dont let it end like this," on a re-upholstered leather couch in
i read a book the other day about public schools in our nation an indictment of our prevailing caste system it seems so many things i've taken for granted
blah blah blah edwin eisendrath blah blah blah cha, blah blah blah nothings that important to me
fall asleep in the living room, accept your poisoning, subdued by news cops or slogans, so it aint perfect but i hear this land is free, but whos so free
do you remember the first thing you had to memorize? was it the pledge of allegiance? a five year old stands for a flag that killed off all the real americans
hands clasped feet resting in the sink engulfed by silence, i hadnt seen you for so long, you said, "stop being so dramatic", state of drunkeness lines
the sky seemed far away i tried to make sense of a thoughtless day no disappointments stale words always know what to say i took a train to olympia and
all alone again, the phone forgot to ring even if it did, i doubt it would be for me bedside table photographs of you, half smoked cigarettes remember
I've seen the stupid stare on thousands of our faces watched my thoughts carelessly fall away while I fumbled for the right words to say my brain is such
you've been down for so long the world can really do that to a kid but you cant dwell on that shit gotta make the world the best you can there's no reason
a fistfull of feeling tossed into the water the boat has a hole we're sinking take it in stride and stand down the world comes much harder than one thousand
stormy seas closing in american society will never be the same again do you remember what it means to be free? do you remember when theft was the only
count these days, feel like i ran a marathon, more like a cigarette-a-thon, one three month day, six more lanes, so much concrete seems irrational, i'
i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of shit i hear that eeryday, it just rolls off my back left out frustrated no one to talk to alone with the thoughts
the sun came up exposed the cloud the city put up grey mountains lost grey skies covered them up so what if we can make a million cars in one day or a