Love - Art - Disease - Pain - Life-Humanness - "Otherness"
In our desensitised society,
the artists,
the bohemians, poor, discarded,
"others", recovering addicts -
all are more in touch
with their human-ness
than the so called
mainstream.
Despite everything -
HUMANNESS, LOVE, LIFE, ART survives.
-Jonathan Larson
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2003
www.michaelbuble.com
*swoon*
1:36 PM
Monday, September 08, 2003
The road of perpetual everchanging sameness
the sun folded black into the seams of my being
as darkness alone remembered and stalked and
sipped of my confectionary memory
I remember he was beautiful like the corners of a storm
that surrounded me whispering
sweet lies of thunder and wind and dreams
the weeds grew so tall in our backyard
and we always talked about cutting them down
But he took my scissors away when he met me
I saw the road-sign up ahead just when
the sand started running thin
and I tasted blood for the very first time
The blue sky turned ashen, thick and defective
I put on up my umbrella as
the ground and my center became unzipped
I grasped my soul for a rebirth
and the pain was familiar and real
and beautiful
I witnessed a murder with invisible eyes
as the glass turned over and spilled it's fate that night
he saw my tears and all I could see was his blonde hair
time heals the color on my tongue and
the world is right and alive now as
I claim the top with dirty hands scarred
the sun is so bright and my shell has been bleached
patiently I wait knowing it will happen again when the
sand is clean and my fingerprints are found
The road of perpetual everchanging sameness
is a circle that will go on forever
until I can find my scissors again.
© 2003 John Henson
4:00 PM
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