Saturday, December 31, 2011

Gimme the good life

Bon Bon Vie

Who's gonna raise me when I'm dead

Friday, December 30, 2011

Dear Mr. Man

We tired of yall

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Nothing even matters

Chapter 2

Then, all of a sudden, you hear your song again, of all places, radiating from the ground beneath your feet. Can it be that just like Dorothy, you have had the power to go home all along. Maybe you needed to help the brainless, the heartless and the fraidy cats of the world find their way too. Its been a long strange trip but its time to go home.

You dig with all your worth. As you excavate all manner of precious substances are revealed. Gold and diamonds fly into the air with every blow. But it matters not because the song beneath it all is not yet revealed.

The song, your song, that song that brought you to this place, the song that you wondered if you would ever hear again, was here to take you further along your journey, maybe even to the place that you belong.

Beginning as a whisper, it gets stronger with each passing day, hour and minute. It radiates until the vibrations rattle the core of your very essence.

But how can it be that no one else hears. Surely they hear it too but simply do not understand or simply seek to deceive you into ignoring it.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Friday, December 23, 2011

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Its Growing

Like the snow ball rolling down the side
of a snow covered hill
Its growing

Everyday it grows a little more
than it was the day before

And where its gonna stop I'm sure
Nobody knows

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Jive Samba

A ritualistic dance performed by turkeys while trying to avoid becoming the main course

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Friday, December 16, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Friday, December 9, 2011

Monday, December 5, 2011

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Friday, December 2, 2011

Thursday, December 1, 2011

An imitation of life

is like a three ring circus

going round and round and round and round