we it

my sins are starlets, ringlets, and fire-wagons
my thoughts are elderly firemen that aren't able to save me anymore
they're just too old
my legs are volcanoes, my breasts are male breasts so they are very small

under sill

out of body out of mind out of luck out of order out of stamps out of milk out of diapers out of time

I
I have
a strange
sensation
that you
you've left
this whole damn nation
with a blast with a halo with a blast with a balance
of five million in euros
someone sang to me

take one step closer and i'll scream

bring out the seeds and the abandoned children from a step family
of sparrows

i'm barely even there
i'm not there

taste with

to say i like to stay on planets cursed with elegant animatronics
is to say i don't have any morals or any idea who's got the best of
series dedicated to the government
i know what you're thinking, wise guy
you have stated once every year for the last fifteen years what your idea of
patronizing is
and i am here for the next thousand years repeating over and over again that i
sat
and
sat for a very good reason
and i am never getting up
i promise
i am never getting up again

brought sack

In the spirit of "Epic Movie" "Not Another Teen Movie" and "Scary Movie" I will be directing a movie in the new future called "A Movie Based Off of a Book" in which I will reference, in a very post-modern way, every film, young and old, that has ever based their story off of a book .

Movies based off of a book I will parodize:

-The Davinci Code
-All three LOTR
-All 7 Harry Potters
- To Kill a Mockingbird
-Congo
-The Exorcist
-The Golden Compass
-Every Disney film that follows an existing story
-Oh Brother, Where art thou?
-The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants
-Babysitter's Club
-Danny, Champion of the World
-Everything is Illuminated
-Fight Club
-Pet Cemetary
-The Godfather
-It
-The Hunt for Red October

and every other movie based off of a book. It will be the new standard length of 2 1/2 hours long and will star John Stamos, Shelley Duvall, OJ Simpson, and the Ghost of Christmas Past.

some of

this a pic or 2 of beccas movie we have all been working on, some opposites of good. what a joy to be involved with something creative with a few of your closest friends.

run town

this trunk has been to paris
this trunk has been to jeep
this trunk don't take anthropology
this trunk's been put to sleep

been workin on tryin to work on the blood
the blood of this and every un-generation

if so

junior senior broke up on september 26th. i just found out. i am really sad. first the blood brothers, now this. who's next? rooney?

until some

what is forever when you aren't dead
for forever has no consequence
sure, i could say, "lets kiss forever" but at some point there is going to be a break
like after i get old
or you get old
and our skin un-youngs and sags
and our features un-feature
we forget our grade school teachers
and we can't remember watching
army kids with no dads

but just to be cute i am going to say
"lets kiss forever"

whats to

"While punk, disco and hip hop all had immersive, intimate and energetic dance styles that liberated the dancer from his/her mental states – be it the head-spinning b-boy or violent thrashings of a live punk show – the hipster has more of a joke dance. A faux shrug shuffle that mocks the very idea of dancing or, at its best, illustrates a non-committal fear of expression typified in a weird twitch/ironic twist. The dancers are too self-aware to let themselves feel any form of liberation; they shuffle along, shrugging themselves into oblivion."

http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/79/hipster.html

this boy

me: rorybruggeman: i love you
seriously
me: i love you too
rorybruggeman: like i'd get with you so fast
me: r u a h0m0?
rorybruggeman: no way fagg
i'm just saying
i'd get with you
me: oh like friends do sometimes\
rorybruggeman: exactly.

lissa: funny because rory says those things to me all the time

me: that two timing hussy...

sand tired

try to bring back everything from the last time you joined to circus
try to tell me im not on everything you stole from the circus
try to sing me the songs you remember from when you orchestrated the circus
try to teach me all of the choreography
all of the moves, moves, moves
try to break all of those bad habits you learned and relearned while you were stealing a circus
steal me away from my bedroom
take me to the circus
steal my pillow and my blankets and my unfitted sheets and take me to the circus
remind me of your name cause its hard to comprehend things while you're asleep
if im asleep when you wake up then forget about the circus

gee thanks

Raquelita did a job. a good job.

sit in

i wanna know
will you ever take the blame
coming down
from the clouds we will go into shock
it will take between 5 and 10 minutes to revive us
recuperation is a lot more difficult when you can't breathe
fortunately for me i can
unfortunately for you i have the flu

gone the

Dear Beloved,

Greetings in the name of the most high God. The source through which I got your contact gave me the confidence to reach you,perhaps trustworthy to disclose this important issue to you. I know I can trust you by giving you the priority of recieving my inherited fund in your country.

My name is Mrs Rebecca Buka, I am a complete citizen of Sierra-Leon,widow to late cheif Adam Romel Buka whom i lost a couple of months ago. My late husband was a dearest one serving director of the Agro-exporting board until his death, he was assassinated by the rebels during the political uprising in Sierra-Leon.

Before his death he had a foreign account in ivory coast where he made a deposit of US$8.7 Million Dollars which he wanted to use to purchase cocoa processing machine for his intended personal factory before his untimely death.

Being that this part of the world experiences political crises time without number, there is no guarantee of lives and property. I cannot invest this money here any longer, despite it has been my late husband's industrial plan. I want you to do me a favour to receive this fund to a safe account in your country or any safer place as my late husband's foreign business partner. I have plans to invest this money in continuation with the investment vision of my late husband, but not in this place again rather in your country.

I have the vision of going into real estate and industrial production. This is my reason for contacting you. Please if you are willing to assist me, take out a moment of your very busy schedule and reply urgently with the below informations .

1. Your full name, contact address
2. Your phone and fax numbers.
3. Occupation. through this email id rbuka2008@yahoo.com .

Once i confirm these, I will submit offical to the bank as my late husband foriegn business partner so that the bank will transfer this money into your account.

I give thanks immensely for your co-operation as I look forward to hearing from you soonest.

Thanks and may God Bless you.


Sincerely,
Mrs.Rebecca Buka

The bluffs

she puts

this means a lot to me

by and

this is where time starts:
54321

youre the

tell her something we haven't heard
we want to listen
we want to know everything you're about to tell her
sources tell us that what you are about to tell her will not only change everything
but the words will actually never change at all
if its hard to understand that then i encourage you to look it up
you're great at looking things up
and down
and then up again but once you've made it there you've already
exhausted yourself and your attention span is

shot

tried so

everyone knows what the draws are
everyone has a bone to pick
with the lawyer and the prison and the bricks and the barber
and the soldiers who are older than the pearls inside the harbor

as they

They should have a gay chat room called "Strictly Ballroom".

well we

Sad silk swallow swallowed up by the sea
french filled windows singing, "fancy coffee."
i'm not so sure about the silvery blues
but i'm positively certain that i'm in love with you.

come for

someone somewhere is alright

saddleship mystery cake and a whispy microphone on breezy bone salad, draft, fingery, blister on a back track
i have the hips i have the boots i have the black sink and trombone
but where is the microphone
gimme da break
da back break

who is on tour forever in japan
only in japan is where ive been today
to date
we date
yeah, we date

i like everything i've heard so far, which isn't very far
in fact, i've been further
than japan

wait it

back on the back step
the badlands are the barrier
the badlands are the picture of a busted
beat up
broken cannon ball

and all i want to do is breathe and breathe
for the second
and third
and fourth
and fifth time

who needs magic when i've got you

send a

saturday is when the holocaust comes to town
i've been waiting since last saturday
there's nothing like a forecast
that tells me
I am going on a Ghost Paris Bye Bye Birdie
Holiday.

thats if

saddle up, buttercup
we're going for a ride
to an academic forest
with brown-shadowed butterflies

"i'll take it medium rare," said the orphan to the doctor
"who are you to call me 'doctor'?" said the doctor to the child
"i'm an organism with a certificate that says you're lonely," was the orphan's fraternal response
"that makes two of us, charley," and then they both went inside

as a

satan was a jockey
with a horse in every window
at night he plays the victim
who is totally in the know

save it for the sailors
on a train
and with 'The Whalers'
i wish i was a black man
with a guitar

if the

things should be much more simple
with a sore throat
things like jogging and biking and testing
and blogging and hiking and infesting
and just being true to your school

itll be okay, baby
take two of these and call me in the morning

every time i hate it
te recuerdo constantamente

and on

my friends are in a fist fight
my friends are in a fist fight
my friends have had a fist fight
my friends have had a fist fight
they never knew what it was like
never knew what it was like
they never knew what it was like
my friends my friends my friends
have had are in a fist fight

out on

I was born on the back of an abandoned canyon
the canyon was made out of fiberglass
friends that would visit, not friends
were more frequent
i might be made out of fiberglass

tell everyone that nothing can grow while
the valley is crawling with spies
tell everyone i know all your secrets
the canyon, the octagon, the fists,
the anatomy
was all just a world war disguise

swim in

it took a silent samurai to pull back the
fragile skin
his training SO precise
on weekends hes the preacher, on weekends
we're the congregation
a silent samurai already knows this

pour me another bone bath
while i quote his benediction

the silent samurai is praying for all of us.

it on

on stairs, on a ceiling,
on stares, and on sealings
on once more vacations to radio stations
with valuable minds
caught in analog time

sold on

Who's got that Mexican fire grass
I've got the black whiskey blues

A smile without venom's not a smile at all
And a shelter without women's not a shelter at all

I'm the black and yellow tiger who's a speech impeded soldier
with a knack for getting over
7 years of being sober

you wanted blood guts

a furniture collector from new hampshire
once passed by me while i was waiting for the bus
when he got like 9 steps away from where i was standing
12 giant coyotes flew out of an unseen forest and tore all of his things to pieces
he was fine, but his stuff was pretty messed up.

religion

are you religious?
are you righteous?
are we brothers?
are we breathing still?
is this thing on?
how bout it, guy?
is he ever going to cut it out?
come on.