A Movement In Seven Parts, With a Post Script

This is some of the stuff that runs through my head throughout the course of a day. I don't knwo if that's such a good thing, because now you guys are going to think Im a weirdo. Oh well, enjoy.


"The Prunes are just fine dear, Thank you for asking"

I am not impressed with your sense of clothing
fashion sense?
To avoid technicalites we can settle on that
Well my hearts grown colder
How so? Your collection of Hawaiian shirts is marvelous
I want something else, I long for more. Show me disaster.
Why not wait for summer?
Summer brings hope, waiting for summer creates anticipation.
I cannot deal with that.
Why not now? Why wait till then?
Somethings are better left unsaid
This is no exception.

Plyometrics, wow!

If this town got any colder, Im afraid my heart would stop
It's not enough that shes's here
I need more.
Her presence is like nails
found at the bottom of a fountain
Unexpected they are, but tis
how she works.
Intricacies woven together to form a bond
A bond that defies and causes lust.
How convienent.

Let us Tango till the Sun Comes Up

My soul drifts like the lingering trail of smoke
I wish I could find somthing to put stock in
Yeah I wish I could have it easier
East and West, The Horizons form
They are showing me the road,
Yeah, the road ahead is hard and troubling
I still keep on, keepin on.
I can still hear you.

I Dig You So Much, I Dig You Like Aquamarine, Baby

If I could write for you, I would
But I can't, No amount of cliche riddled banter could propely convey how feel.
CLICHE!

At Least I Trampoline Better Then You

The only thing I got going for me is ruining other peoples happiness
How come you only answer when your not around?
Coping with rejection is like putting on pants
Im so goddamned used to it, I walk around naked
let me channal bootsy
my drug of choice is you
feelin a little lost
sleepwalkin through the day just to get to you
take these ashy colored hands baby
let me build our home
we are happy, are we not?

I only Communicate Through My Lisp

Skin is smooth, with the finest color
Like a night sky viewed from the arctic
kissing lips makes for desperate times
desperate to hang on
so what if i like you more then i like myself?
You make me appreciate the beauty of skin
I never was good with talking

So This Is Winter, Huh?

Your eyes catch me like a ship alone at sea
I try to understand I changed it up
My priorities are you
My priorities are whats beneath that damned smile
ive tied myself up tight
I've lost the keen sensibilty I used to have
like appreciation for feeling your heartbeat
Ill keep dreaming

Post Script, Ad Nauseum

I'd kick your ass at kickball son
Oh yeah, you cocky son of a bitch?
yeah, put your money where your mouth is
My best friend growing up was Geronimo
My favorite animal was the tree in my backyard
Did i leave my soul in your hands?
The cupboard is bare?
How does that happen? How does one allow it?
fucking communists
I wish for the death of trendy social choices and scenes
smoke signals wispy smoke stretching upward
signal the end of an era
i hugged a shark.