Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

On a peachy monday morning
the day the ocean died
and we lost Danny in the Korean War
I bite peaches

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
.


My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan�s spell.

I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

Fists.
I used to dream about it
and losing the ability to pummel someone,
all I wanted to do was get a good closed fist and nail em with it, but I couldn't in my dreams. I want to get a punching bag, too.

reggae rage?
I guess no! : I associate reggae with beaches, summer & drinks!

rage against the machine? not exactly my kind of group...

fists rage? no!. I hate pain...!

road rage... I don´t drive, but I spontaneusly insult conductors from time to time ... so maybe!

impotent rage... mmmm...

Yes I am very interested in impotent rage myself.
It flows through me like poison as I look for someone to blame
someone to rage against

Yes fists of rage, a little girl, a toddler, I was kneeling donw in a truck stop trying to get something off a bottom shelf when she came up to me and started wailing on me with her little fists. She beat on me with all the strength in her tiny body. I could hardly feel her bllows. I had to smile, her parents laughed. I wondered why she had singled me out for attack.

yeah, definitely, impotent rage! : today the administrator of the building treated me as a sort of criminal, desequilibrated and as an incriminative person only because I was saying that maybe he could have been helped more in preventing seven days of continuus water flowing from -until now- some inespecific zone of the building (there is a lagooon in the base floor and the ceiling and wall of my kitchen´s departamento and some more looks like a dripping sponge...). After that (I hate people that show him/her as tough in order to not listen to you and don´t give you space to say to them anything without rotulating you as a non pragmatical transgresor) , spontaneusly, I would have insulted him more freely and shouted, but no, I´ve only talked to him with my gutt being tense, damn culture...! mmm.. and if he was my mirror today I guess I have a lot to meditate about ... (siesta is waiting! )

Thanks for the story I know the feeling.

I hope your siesta is restful. Sounds like what I need too.