why I.....

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I wouldn't give up my day job...

Though I edit and edit

And publish like a slob.

The grass is always greener-

But you have never seen her!

I would sell out to the mob

just to run my fingers through her hair.

To feel free to just be me-

Thats how I live and how it must be.

Unconditional, Kismet, an accidental fate

Has hidden its keys, in the drawer with the scissors.

Tom Waits - Heart Attack and Vine

october 27th 2010

hello today

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rabbit&ping

When you have got the run around blues
got me reeling feeling like there is an exposion of ideas which find an outlet here.
Understand, though it may appear to you in an unappealing way, it doesnt matter, i let my impulse/pulse/line to line/ one two three four nine. Power greater than me send me an angel from heaven.-Do I want that kind of bond , of it I was fond, at least, I dont want to die alone and unloved?
(I guess that sounds right but what is realistic may be another story.)
All will come alive after the days of " Morning Glory"
Speakers will equalize with 3 band e.q. and the radio will play one of my tunes.
This is what i love, So here is incentive to use your imagination...to jot down your own creation.
The key to my success is in the word./trying to find any sort of illumination./from my recreation./becomes rare when page after page./
Cursed writers must endure./proposing your soul becomes the reason you end-up
....Leaning towards hate. "ALL I HAVE TO STATE"

life and death

controls for the partially sane.
i cannot expect one to see me the same.
but if you just met me and know only of my past,
there are certain things, one can ascertain/
such as my likelihood to substain,
this life of mine. or what goes on in my brain
it is the latter of which i am confused.
the assumptions of others leave me feeling insane.
the complete lack of respect leaves one in pain.
there are some things now, words spoken
which are meant to encourage or harm.....
to which i have become immune....this raises my alarm.
AS FOR DEATH, Let it come when it may, and as for you
i bid you adeau', i bid you peace and joy and love
Do Not Make the Mistake of wishing me dead again.
seriously, Seth THommas Hall