hither and yon?
now, here, this
time heals nothing
the mind is mindless
love is empty
joy is lonely
and then one day,
hope was walking alone
along some angry freeway
and a bus rode bye, honked and
bitched and moaned that it had to slow
the fuck down
just to take a burly right turn, into the
hefty pedal convenient store
acorn shuckin truck stop cum station
of choice
and thank good gawd
and googly moogly
they took PayPala, cuz, otherwise
We just won't go there
pay and pump and be on our way
never mind the price
that's the motto
for our fuel,
for our love,
for our history
for our mystery and pain
no pleasure no treasure,
you can take yer pain and uh
shove it strait uap yer againa
not you butt, all those
who love their assholes
more than they love
their hearts
now, here, this
time heals nothing
the mind is mindless
love is empty
joy is lonely
and then one day,
hope was walking alone
along some angry freeway
and a bus rode bye, honked and
bitched and moaned that it had to slow
the fuck down
just to take a burly right turn, into the
hefty pedal convenient store
acorn shuckin truck stop cum station
of choice
and thank good gawd
and googly moogly
they took PayPala, cuz, otherwise
We just won't go there
pay and pump and be on our way
never mind the price
that's the motto
for our fuel,
for our love,
for our history
for our mystery and pain
no pleasure no treasure,
you can take yer pain and uh
shove it strait uap yer againa
not you butt, all those
who love their assholes
more than they love
their hearts
thank you. i was leaving for work this morning, wondering why i didn't really feel like bringing my book with me. i am very near the end, and i could probably get some reading done at lunchtime. and work is so not-food for my brain. and i thrive on devouring the creative output of others.
and then i answered myself with suicidegirls. all day long at work, whenever a spare moment strikes, i log on and read what the others have to say. it's probably alot of reading if you add it all up. and it's certainly alot of creative output.
and mon sieur, yours is some of the tastiest food for thought.
Sophie
Hadn't heard from you in a while.
Thanks for the e-mail, albeit a short one.
Where did you lose your mind?
Maybe I can help you find it.
Love,
C