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6:47 p.m.
so I'm gonna get a gun...
I'm gonna get a gun, have jimmy make me that log cabin I wanted in Shenandoah and I'm going to live there, with the gun, jimmy and something to write with and I'm only going to kill to eat....which is what the gun is for...
something's got to give and I have a feeling its going to be me... Im not sleeping, Im not eating right, I throw up at the drop of a hat. I don't think Ro likes the way I write which bothers me much more than it should, I know.
No one notices unless something doesn't get done. When it does it's someone else's glory... I just get to hear why and how I fucked up. I need someone to tell me I'm fucking doing something right, anything. I can tie my shoes...that has to count for something.
She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run
Last Five Entries:
insert semi clever joke about not being able to spell something without R U here - 08.08.2005
- - 08.06.2005
well fuck. - 08.06.2005
it's all just a little bit of history repeating... - 08.03.2005
a quick update - 08.03.2005