stop remailing me with the same subject because i can't tell if it's old or new

today i woke up still drunk still asleep still in need of something taller shorter dark hair eyes that look into mine (flypaper eyes) and the smell of soap and water the smell of skin sweaty and thick cool and thin otherwise why do it?

modest mouse found it's long and winding way into my ears and stood around awhile it's best to let these things stick with you i'll tell you about it all later on if you want. then i soaked up the sun awhile and fell into the pool before a clean long shower hot and new as a child first turned on it's all worth it for this and now i brush my teeth hair pull the wax from my ears and slip into a shiney falling apart car. trek across town and know that it won't be forever. got paid. the money's already spent and used and gone away. a cd or two maybe for me. i know that will feel pretty alright.

that's the way it's supposed to be, right?

got back tired want to sleep supposed to go out and see the sights i've seen a million times with the ones i know it best with again but they cancelled i turned off the light and passed out for awhile.

long lost call from mom and im up and at it. talk on and about and through and around everything. drugs and sex and a full belly. we have it all if we have our air and maybe a jaeger shot or two. then it will all be ours.

i forgot your name. could you remind me? defer to isaac in such things:

"if you could compact your conscience
and you might
if you could bottle and sell it you might have done
and you might
if you could compact your conscience
and sell it save it for another time
you might have to use it.

and the television's gone
go to the grocery store, buy some new friends
and find out the beginning, the end and the best of it.

well, do you need a lot of what you got to survive?

here's the man with teeth like god's shoeshine
he sparkles shimmers shines
let's all have another orange julius
thick syrup standing in lines
the malls are the soon to be ghost towns
so long farewell goodbye

take 'em all for a long ride
and you'll go around town
no one wants to be uptight anymore
you can be ashamed
or be so proud of what you've done
but not no one, not now, not ever or anyone
take 'em all for the sense of happiness
that comes from hurting deep down inside

or you can walk the line and give a shit
i'm on the corner of this and this and this
and it's all all wrong, and it's all all gone
well, you can add it up and give a shit
go to the family doctor
it's all worth it
and it's all all gone, and it's all all wrong

but here's the man with teeth like god's shoeshine
he sparkles shimmers shines
let's all go have another orange julius
thick syrup standing in lines
and the malls are the soon to be ghost towns
so long farewell and goodbye

and the telephone goes off
pick up the reciever, try to meet ends
and find out the beginning, the end and the best of it."

isaac brock

2002-09-08 | 8:42 p.m.
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