“I Didn’t Kill Myself” 360 – 365

“I Didn’t Kill Myself” 360 Maybe it will all be clear When the world dissapears. I’m sorry world. I’m still here. I know you’ve been pushing me down. I know you’ve been trying to put me down Try to knock me out. I know you’ve been thinking That I’d give up to easily. Fuck that, … Continue reading

“The Sunday Mail Pt. 4” Day 344

In the living nightmares of modern days
Growing and decaying and falling in step
To the beat of a drummer who is making mistakes.
She’s leading the choir, and the choir leads her.
You still waiting for the Sunday mail?
Or are you getting up on your feet
And hitting the dance floor?

“Baby Bird (Bir-Bir-Buh-Bird is the word) – Day 324

Where you gonna go,
When the tree
When the wood
When the world burns down?

Baby bird
Baby bird

What is the word.
Bir-bir-buh-bird is the word.
Spread your wings and float on
Float-oat on.

Baby bird
Baby bird

“I’ve Kept My Eyes Wide Open” – Day 317

I tried and stare into the stars
To see the past, to see the future.
The scenery’s always the same
Nothing ever changes.
I never understood the light;
Always changing, day to night.
Shrouding everything in darkness.
Then bringing all truth to light.

“The Sunday Mail” – Days 312 – 314

I weave a web of haunted images
That coast a long in phantom skirmishes.
I float along in idle currents
As thought arrives in the Sunday mail
It just don’t happen like this.