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You have met the enemy and he are me.

Post by still.trucking » August 16th, 2009, 12:53 am

I don't really want to make any new friends.
I was in a room with more people to night than in the past? years. Twenty maybe thirty years or longer. Must have been fifty people in that room celebrating Homeboy's and Diamond Lil's 50th wedding anniversary.
"Natural selection, as it has operated in human history, favors not only the clever but the murderous." Barbara Ehrenreich

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Post by diesel dyke » August 16th, 2009, 3:03 am

So many stories in that room
I shunned a woman and she knew it
Where the hell were Gurdjieff & Ouspensky
when I needed them.
In a heart beat I judged her and scorned her
and as if I drove her pain deeper into her
I will probably go to hell for that.
Just as she knocked over all the glasses she turned to me and I turned away in disgust.

I wish i could hear this song right now.
The Sins of Memphisto John Prine

From the bells of St Mary
To the Count of Monte Cristo
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
The sins of Memphisto

Sally used to play with her hula hoops
Now she tells her problems to therapy groups
Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake
Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake
I'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crush
Wondering if it's possible if I could still blush
Uh huh Oh yeah

A boy on a bike with courduroy slacks
Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks
He waits for the whistle on the train to scream
So he can close his eyes and begin to dream
Uh huh Oh yeah

The hands on his watch spin slowly around
With his mind on a bus that goes all over town
Looking at the babies and the factories
And listening to the music of Mister Squeeze
As if by magic or remote control
He finds a piece of a puzzle
That he missed in his soul
Uh huh Oh yeah

Adam and Eve and Lucy and Ricky
Bit the big apple and got a little sticky
Esmeralda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame
They humped each other like they had no shame
They paused as they posed for a Polaroid photo
She whispered in his ear "Exactly Odo Quasi Modo"
"We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously. —ianeskimo"

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Post by stilltrucking » August 16th, 2009, 3:10 am

I wish I could be a Catholic
I could get a rosary and pretend

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Post by stilltrucking » August 17th, 2009, 1:15 am

I don't know you
I remember you as a child
But still think you might be waiting
there on the other side
was that you in my dreams all these years
I will ask you
if I ever die.

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