bucolic

where are the rockers?
where are the rockers?
where are the rockers....

WHERE

ARE

THE

FUCKING

GODDAMN

ROCKERS?


rock is dead baby,
rock is dead.

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder

Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive

I was struck by lighting
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body...
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Everything falls down. But hey, it's no big deal.

It's my fucking birthday.

I'm done thank you very much GOODNIGHT!

from my myspace blog:

another day

wake up at 7 AM
stumble into bathroom
look at myself in the mirror
and wonder where the hell
the days ran away to

brush teeth
gargle, rinse, repeat

now reach for the shaving cream
spread it over the surface
of 36 year old skin
and begin the methodical
actions once more
up and down
then
rinse razor under...
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