Is it so much that we aspire to resemble those heightened men who share the glared-tunnel vision of blaring gluttony for common purpose? To divulge our domestic knowledge and its whereabouts on some up-and-coming projection of an outer planet excursion, that one that we so desire? If we reach it on our own mortal soil, our tears will grant us the reason we damned all this time, that we so convinced ourselves didn't previously exist. Yet we still crave the eastern front. I only pray, not for the wrong reasons. Given our allotted space for consumption, one would think we've already acquired the necessary restraints of temptations--not the case. We're reliving the struggle of carrying dead weight cemented to the ground. Somebodys name's been buried around.

Can't Have Enough Human

Those swollen green lights that filtered the tranquility from my stomach
I felt were the single glimpse of what future would conceptually hold for me
In that autumnal bind of what winter summoned
Soon showered as a burden from the perching tree
Silence -- the only border between the threshold of calm and calamity.
That which gave birth to my aspiring needs after the aching conception
Fitting only the right changes in time of ill housing
The focus seemed better left to non-repair
And aims that would stretch further in larger rooms with unbridled puzzles
"I need that new girl, wherever she is."
Hums just as deafening, the sordid disclaimer
The dream girl, short, sandy blonde hair?
Food in these halls as meek, displeasing all in attendance
Ever since we dismissed death as apparel
Pinning down the pining, left to the pine trees
Boredom crosses paths with poor wisdom
What we had drawn as timeless script for our parents
Thought we had a better name to embark
Eleven less were bore of the holiday.
The staircase gave watch: I hoped for brief love
Through the curtains, I peeked at what the mist bred, before departure.
I gave my all to this hope.
It left sooner than I, that marvel of a girl I believed in
And later, again my worries were materialized in disappointment
Not of She, but of the natural unveiling of who we could become
As I wished for her to join me on the mountain
My hopes gave rise to tender decay,
broken only by the gentle plucking of her hearts harp

A Woman A Man Walked By

John Parish and Polly Jean Harvey
due March 30, 2009

1. Black Hearted Love
2. Sixteen, Fifteen, Fourteen
3. Leaving California
4. The Chair
5. April
6. A Woman A Man Walked By / The Crow Knows Where All The Little Children Go
7. The Soldier
8. Pig Will Not
9. Passionless, Pointless
10.Cracks In The Canvas

The Times They Are A Changin'

I just had a phenomenal week.

Philadelphia trip on Wednesday, January 7

The three of us took a shot of Cuban rum, then each took a beer for the road, 2 mile walk to the end of Main street, Manayunk. Proceeded to get slaughtered at Kildare's. I had 2 glasses of Chimay, one paid for by Mr. Brian, and 1.5 shot of Grandad's whiskey, also covered by the man. We were all very very well off. Later, chased a mouse for a while along the brick wall on the street, then saw 3 cop cars stopped at the Manayunk diner, where the guys bought foods. Initially, Chris was rejected from purchase. But the eclair conquered.

Went to Repo Records for the first time. Spent $84 (vaginas). Here's what they have that I must obtain:

Santogold (LP)
One Day as a Lion (LP)
Lick My Decals Off, Baby (CD)
CocoRosie LPs
Captain Beefheart LPs
Portishead LPs
Meatpuppets II (LP)
etc etc.


I bought,
The Bedlam in Goliath (2LP w/ planchette "Mr. Muggs")
White Chalk (LP)
Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller) (LP)

2009, cunts.

I love Polly Jean Harvey.