When your elbow itches

scratch it. Don't walk up to someone and rub it against them. There's no good reason to scratch them with your itch.

A few weeks ago I saw a deer in the median on Davis Drive. It had been hit, apparently most violently in the head. As I approached it my eyes were drawn to the reddish pink flatness that was where the head used to be. It was not a mangled deer head, brains and eyes and bone scattered about. Someone had laid down a pink hearts bandana or scarf over the flattened head. It made me feel better, and it made me think about the juxtaposing art of guns with flowers exiting the barrels. Something potentially awful, with a nice afterthought.















I'm glad Incubus came out with a new album: have some lyrics for breafast, won't you?


Earth to Bella (Part I)

Earth to Bella
You think you've got it all figured in
Earth to Bella
Everything you know is wrong (Well, almost)
Earth to Bella
I see where you are not listening
I bear the burden of being the voice that let's you know
We all grow old
And before you swim you've gotta be okay to sink

Earth to Bella
The world can be an unfriendly place
So hold your head up
Do your best to save some face
It's not so hard
Just undo yourself and see your second sun
Ascend

Okay to sink
I'm okay to sink
I'm okay to sink
I'm okay to sink


Earth to Bella (Part II)

Earth to Bella,
this is a quiet emergency.
Earth to Bella,
there'’s so much more to get then wronged.
Earth to Bella,
you'’re treading water successfully.
But are you really?
Don'’t you want to see the deep?
It'’s not so hard.
Just forgive yourself & feel the water open in.


Paper Shoes

I fly/I soar/this I adore. & then like a locomotive
the sound of your sorrow comes. I'’m tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I'’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater.

I'’d rather be alone
you'’re '‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers,
but pain will roll off like water on feather.
You'’d fly/you'd soar. But then like a locomotive
the sound of your sorrow comes. I'’m tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better but I think I'’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater.

I'd rather be on my own
you'’re '‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers,
but pain will roll off like water on feathers. I'’m tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
but I think I'’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater.

I'’d rather be alone
You'’re '‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers
but pain will roll off like water on feathers.