Cave
The light that emits from my computer screen
Asperses shadows like a music box projector's
Ceiling diorama—
They spin around and around,
Swirling in the aleatoric symphony
Of indetermined notes,
Ingeminated until I fall asleep—
In my mind.
I don't want to look up,
I don't want to look up,
I don't want to look up—
Because if I do,
I might realize
That where I am,
Hooked on the O/S
Of terminal attachment,
A besotted addiction
To buzz words that rattle me from my consciousness
And quake me through the cracks of the pop culture lifestyle.
I only see a ventose orator,
Up at the pulpit,
Preaching mediocre thoughts,
And banal blah blah blah blah blahs,
And what am I learning here by reading this?
Why
Do I read this?
I could do other things with my time,
Couldn't I?
No, I'm chained to the carpet I'm rolling over,
Burning my elbows into scabby skin ash,
Peeling away my sun-burnt arms for no reason
Other than to watch what I can't see or feel.
My nervous system is shutting down,
Each synapses is becoming indurate,
So I can feel like a sponge—
Which has no nervous system, by the way—
And soak in
Whatever
Boastful basking
I choose
Today,
Or some meaningless news story that says,
"Studies show" without giving links to what that study is,
So I can verify that the information is pertinent
Of just taken out of context the same way Fox News
Will splice through all the words they found in a dictionary
To form a single, not always complete sentence.
I think I might surround myself with all these empty
Activities to keep myself from feeling empty,
Telling myself how stupid everyone else is
To avoid telling myself
That I simply don't understand anything—
Though I wish I did—
And, by rejection, I prove that there is something else,
Something that I can believe in,
Something that I just haven't found yet,
So I Google, Google, Google—
Then I wonder if they're watching what words I type into their search engine
Which makes me wonder why I'm so paranoid about people reading my
Information when I'm not trying to hide anything,
Or so I suppose.
I annex my thoughts in the morass of public domain
To hope that I might feel more accepted—
Even if I outwardly proclaim that it doesn't make much
Of a difference to me what people think
(LIAR) .
But, if I look up,
For only a second,
At 2 AM, when everyone
Should actually be sleeping,
I'll notice how quiet the world really is,
That the reality of things
Is that I'm actually alone
And nobody is talking to me,
Watching me,
Collecting my thoughts so they can be harvested
In a machine of mass-bombardment and resignation.
I'm totally alone,
And that makes me scared.
This is why we use the internet.
Nobody listens anymore,
So we call to each other,
"Listen to me, listen to me, nobody listens to me,
So please listen to me, "
And that's what we pretend to do.
At the same time,
We don't want to be fully honest;
We don't want to expose ourselves anymore than we already are;
We want to be like the people that millions of dollars
On reality TV because they don't have to do anything
To make enough money to never have to do anything again,
Or like the movie stars that popularize our illusions.
Then, the one day, we see the truth,
Ruffling out from behind the nonexistent paper
That makes the pages we sift through,
And it's not a pretty thing,
So we hide it
The way we hide ourselves,
Hoping we only remember what diffused sunlight was
When our eyes, pupils wide open, just soaked up
A whopping globule of solar plasma
That now flares through our brains,
Frying everything we used to know,
Giving us a blindness that should help us see.
It doesn't.
So we,
Or at least I,
Turn back around,
And try to sit down,
Continue with the perpetual waste
Of my time,
But I can't help
Being unsettled.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Am I Crazy?
This is a poem that for me elaborates a little about the thought-provoking word ‘crazy’.
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
Stop!
They all look at me
With words spelling ‘Crazy’
Stop! Stop! Stop! Am I crazy?
I forever rant my thoughts to my daisy,
She stands in a vase all day playing lazy
Stop! Does this make me crazy?
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
An adult who still sleeps fondly with a doll
Is usually described ‘a screwball’
Stop! So am I crazy?
So what is crazy?
Talking to yourself alone on the day bus
Walking the street naked without a just cause
Sleeping under your bed daily without giving a toss
Speaking to the mirror, stating you are the boss
shitting in public, wondering why they are making such a fuss
Walking and talking like a man, instead of a lady
This poem is crazy
Stop! So am I crazy?
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
Ranting away in my new mental home
Doctors have labeled me half-baked
Simply because of a normal mistake
I stopped acting normal
First lost all my pals, labeling me ‘Animal’
When I’m only a meat and fish cannibal
I'm accused of being mentally deranged
Because I shouted in the supermarket
as I was dollar short-changed
They say I’m mentally unstable
Pump me up daily with drugs
While tied to the bed with crazy cables
Now who is the vicious thug?
But my thoughts are still perfectly capable
Of comprehending the new meaning of crazy
What is normal?
What is crazy?
How are we so damn sure, normal is not crazy?
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
Blah, Blah, Blah, the Blah!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Am I crazy?
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
you promised me it would last forever
you said there's no way it could die
everything you ever told me
was a bunch of lies
hey hey mom, I'm back on the outside
you know that's not where I belong, no
every truth, everything I believe in
has turned out wrong
It's all blah blah blah blah blah
you broke my heart so many times
a lot of blah blah blah blah blah
you broke my heart
it's so clear when you scratch on the surface
going deeper, deeper down
all I wanted was to make you happy
but baby, what's that sound ?
but baby, what's that sound ?
It's all blah blah blah blah blah
you broke my heart so many times
a lot of blah blah blah blah blah
you broke my heart
you broke my heart
you broke my heart
All you ever cared for was to make you stronger
no one I have know has looked so weak
oh yeah
It's all blah blah blah blah blah
you broke my heart so many times
a lot of blah blah blah blah blah
a lot of blah blah blah blah blah
you broke my heart so many times
a lot of blah blah blah blah blah
you broke my heart
you broke my heart
you broke my heart
you broke my heart
you broke my heart so many times
song performed by by Roxette
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Blah Blah Blah
Pop/bowie
Pop before the war
Lunch before the score
Steady as she goes
Following my nose
Im a bull mongrel
Thats me
Shimon peres
Whatcha gonna do
Im from detroit
Blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
Thats me little olme
Glamorous me
Johnny cant read
Blah blah blah
I cant see
Blah blah blah
Tuna on white
Guns all night
Blah blah blah
Cat taboo girl-
Raped by an ape
Cat taboo girl
Jam the sucker in
You dig the mongrels
Guardian of the state
Says you gotta go
Bombin low
Senator rambo
Merrily you go
Monkey butcher knows
A cab to find abank
A bank to find a loan
cause you cant be alone
You dig the mongrels
Violent peace
Blah blah blah
Buy it right now
Blah blah blah
We are the world
We are so huge
Blah blah blah
Johnny cant read
Blah blah blah
I cant see
Blah blah blah
Tuna on white
Guns all night
Blah blah blah
Blue jeans coolies
Everything huge
Petrified food
Pizza killers
From napalm to nice guy
Nifty fifty
Hit em where they live
The most spoiled brats
On gods green earth
Pop before the war
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Wild Man
Ive never tried these reason my crest(? ),
I got tired of those administrations caught
With their trousers down,
Yea poor fools just to exercise their intellect,
Power matters rift,
Looking for another kicker, yeah yeah.
You call me a fool when I laugh at you,
But how do you know you wont put me in
The drink,
And sit behind an empty glass.
How long must we show the world,
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Chorus
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
They cant capture me.
Im a wild man, dont you know it?
Im a wild man, dont you know it.
I think Im going soul,
And I think Im gonna retire,
Mumble mumble mumble so terrified to see you.
At least inside mumble mumble mumble
An endless sea of misery,
With every single word of scripture, yeah yeah.
How do you know what to do,
When theres so sickness in the world?
How can you sleep when theres mumble mumble mumble
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Divisionary policies.
Chorus
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
Im a wild man, dont you know it?
[you didnt actually think I could understand what hes saying, did you? -- dte]
song performed by by Kinks
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Radio Ga Ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio - what's new
Radio - someone still loves you
1984 - a long time ago
When I heard it first time on the radio
Radio ga ga was the name of that song
Now I'm back with the track and I feel so strong
1996 - the remix is done
First time ever since the story begun
One of my favorites in the music scene
Here is the voice, the voice of Queen
I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio
So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio - what's new
Radio - someone still loves you
If you want to listen to the music of today
Turn on the radio and let it play
Play it loud without no doubt
Queen and BoBo is what I'm talking all about
About a beat that spins you around
Get up stand up move to the sound
With the rhythm and the rhymes let the music flow
Everybody everywhere listen to the radio
We watch the the shows - we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years.
Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around cause we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time - you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Radio
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Today sounds like Yesterday....
Everything stays the same:
Blah blah blah…the world goes by
Songs are sang
Words are spoke
Music is played
Speeches are recorded
Blah blah blah….the world full of noise
Bumps go in the night
Kabooms rock July
Thunders scare the innocent
Guitars entertain the guilty
Blah blah blah…..the world sounds still
Everything remains changing:
Blah blah blah…..the world goes by
Different
Songs are sang
Different
Words are spoke
Different
Music is played
Different
Speeches are recorded
Blah blah blah….the world full of noise
Louder
Bumps go in the night
Prettier
Kabooms rock July
Harsher
Thunders scare the supposed innocent
Darker
Guitars entertain the guilt filled
Blah blah blah…the world sounds
Still
20 July 2008
poem by Jessie Li here
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When Watching
One thing I've noticed I've come to miss
When watching my LED HD TV
Is that whenever I flip through the channels
On my DVR,
I don't have to become a tourist
Glancing at the sights anymore—
I can only read the dialogue of information
That tells me what I am watching
Or what I could be watching.
I don't have the time to observe
Foreign landscapes
(Partially because
Nobody makes shows
Of that
Anymore)
Or see how other people are different,
I just see text, text, text with no
Context, context, context,
And I feel like I'm missing something.
I don't even watch TV much anymore.
I don't enjoy sitcoms
Because I don't enjoy their jokes
Because my life isn't like that.
I don't enjoy the news
Because they don't tell me anything I want to hear
Because I want to know what's happening in the world.
I don't enjoy reality TV
Because those people make me afraid of reality
Because they call themselves reality.
I miss the white noise, the static,
The scrambled images of channels
I never had as a kid,
Or the disintegrated programs
That looked like high-energy molecular,
Heated up, when the cable is out.
I miss the way it sounded,
The thunder storm sound,
Voices reduced to raindrops
Pouring against the black backdrop
Of a dead screen,
A comforting hum
Made of chaos
For periods of silence,
Sometimes enough to make me turn it off.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Blah
Blah
I feel so Blah today
I think it might be me,
I feel so Blah today
Yet it never grows old,
I feel so Blah today
Why can’t I sleep these days away?
I feel so Blah today
Why can’t I change?
I feel so Blah today
And it seems it will never go away!
poem by Brad Combs
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Maintain Consciousness
Our concentration it contains a deadly flaw
Our conversations change from words to blah, blah, blah
We took prescription drugs but look how much good that did
Well I think I had a point, but I just got distracted
Lately it just seems to me
Like we've got the letters A.D.D.
Branded into our mentality
We simply can't focus on anything
Because its
17, 18, 19 routine
And here at 23 it's the same old me
And that one thing of the moment
That we all happen to like will
Only very temporarily
Kinda break the cycle
Of the double edged sword
Of being lazy and being bored
We just want more and more and more
Till it's all we can afford
To keep our eyes open for just one more day
To keep on hoping that we'll stumble on a way
To keep our minds open for just one more day
Cause it's completely up to us
To maintain consciousness
Well no one can possibly listen to this
More than 4 reps is just monotonous
We're losing interest, losing interest, losing interest
song performed by by Relient K
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Talk Is Cheap
(Van Morrison)
Kicked your gift-horse in the teeth
Crowd gathered round in the street
You killed your saviour new one can't be found
Talk is cheap your saviour's highway bound
You read the tabloids every day
They're giving lots of things away
They went to build you up
So they can bring you down
Talk is cheap it's gonna
Could make them a million pounds
Now baby don't put your business on the telephone
Tell your girlfriend just to leave me alone
Tell her to watch her mouth before she talks to anybody anybody
Oh 'cos talk is cheap it comes with the territory
Sometimes it's back-to-front sometimes it's upside down
Put your money where your mouth is when you come around
Backbiters and syndicators walking from chinatown
Oh talk is cheap why don't you lay your money down
Well they say you can't shut up a god damn fool
Ain't no exception to the rule
It's blah, blah, blah, blah
Just like a nursery rhyme
Talk is cheap almost all the time
Alright
Yes, talk is cheap
Almost all the time
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Pork Soda
Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and
Lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was
Burgundy. it was red, and you painted with the goddamn sprinkler and
Now you have bits and pieces of burgundy stuck to your but every time
You get off of it. you never tell your family, you never tell your
Family because, you know, ol junior, hes got no brains, and what can
You do? what can you do? (and old junior, you know, got a little crazy
With that p.b.j. that one day...? ? )
Chorus
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
Youll be feeling just fine
Aint nothin quite like sittin round the house
Swillin down them cans of swine
Ha ha ha! yes, dads an idiot alright!
Well, alright, Im really starting to worry about you. you had to have
That two-car garage with the large driveway so you could park that
Goddamn boat in it. if it wasnt for the boat (blah blah blah)
Chorus
I like kansas wine...
Well, maybe its something simpler, like your team lost or your
Girlfriend used to be a guy, you know, I dont know. I mean...(blah
Blah blah)
song performed by by Primus
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Anesthetized Shock!
People, people, people, today,
—Don't they all, but seem,
Accustomed to the agonies—
Of sorrow and shock!
To pain and suffering. (Today…)
"Today, they're only mortal comedies—
After all—as are all subversive—horror show stories".
Just shrug your nervous shoulders—aback
And give out that tenuous frigid laugh.
To all this human cost
Spill-it-out like cold-vomit over their loss…
"Over their bankrupt, souls torment".
But—you know, I'm sure? !
There is still a shock that'll
Cut you to the quick to the core.
Just occasionally, even venomously,
If it's just outwardly, cowardly, and outwardly,
They're all still looking, deeply, anesthetized.
(But I'm one-hundred per cent I'm still sure!)
There is still a shock story that'll
Cut you to the quick to the core.
"THIS JUST IN… Some Breaking News"…
"SOME PROFOUND… BREAKING, News"…
Here's a modern day horror story
A man's face is chewed—off
By another man—whilst being shot! ! !
By an armed officer of the law—a cop!
"Now here's a question; where does this register? "
Why, you may well think? I've seen Hannibal Lector
But, just you wait until you've seen…
"You've seen the core, the face missing from the picture".
poem by Mark Heathcote
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I want to see
I don't know about what a way to feel?
Not to express in open but still!
I earnestly feel that she belongs to me
Only she has to respond and make me feel free
"She will come like rain and shower"
"Deplete all her energy and power"
Such words from her drive me to craziness
But I get lost in her glitter and shining face
"I love you" may come to me as recognition
That shall clam me down and need no ignition
She has descended from far and distant land
Taken a vow to stand fast till the end
"Only your picture of thumb impression" I plead
She opens her eyes and coolly tries to read
Extends her hand and invites me to lead
I pick the chance and tie a knot with thread
I float on water with no wish for any more ground
She is there for me to be always found
I can't afford to loose her at any time
Such thoughts invade my mind many a times
Will she emerge on my eye window screen?
What will she be looking like when actually seen?
So far she has eluded me from seeing her in real
Beauty is hidden purposefully and concealed
"I am here" open your eyes and see it happen
You have pulled me near heart is taken
I am at your gate point and wait for entry
What will you be doing to lift me and carry?
Her magical words hunt my memory
I try to pick each word but feel sorry
She is no where around but airs the presence
"I want to see you by chance" and at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Farther Than Ever
My best friend
Is letting me do my own thing
And part of it is my fault
I can't speak for her
But I know I will always regret it
Ignoring someone
Doesn't work
Excuses, excuses
"I thought you were someone else"
"I have to work on a project"
"I have to babysit tonight"
Well, I'm sick
And tired
Of them
It's a free country
So I can play the role of copycat
If I want
I can turn on her too
And give her a taste of her own medicine
And since I
Can't do it anymore
You, her new best friends,
Have to listen to her and realize who she is
She isn't laughing nervously
In that pose she does for you
That's the one she uses for photographers,
For cheerful little white lies
To get her out of trouble,
For people she pretends to be someone else around
She isn't even
Throwing her head back and fake-laughing
Like we all do when people try to cheer us up
And it's not working
And the truth about her
Isn't one single answer
It's millions of five-minute memories
That take time to create
So I can't tell them to anyone
You have to find her out yourself
Don't take this the wrong way
You all have good intentions
But you have to find her out yourself
Radio Ga Ga
Words and music by roger taylor
Radio Id sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And evrything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by mars
You made em laugh - you made em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio
So dont become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just dont know or just dont care
And just complain when youre not there
You had your time you had the power
Youve yet to have your finest hour
Radio
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio whats new?
Radio someone still loves you
We watch the shows - we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years
Lets hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time you had the power
Youve yet to have your finest hour
Radio
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio whats new?
Someone still loves you
Radio ga ga
Radio ga ga
Radio ga ga
Radio
You had your time you had the power
Youve yet to have your finest hour
Radio
song performed by by Queen
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The impact of a hammer on your thumb
despite the sign
"No peddlers here"
a woman rang at my door
"I only want to ask you just one simple question"
normally I would say
'No"
'I don't socialize with interviewers'
I am never the reason
they will have a rise
of completed inquiries
usually I tell them polite
the right thing to do
from my kind of view
'Go''
however
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
"No
YOU should go for this"
I have a survey called
"the impact of a hammer however not on a brad …"
and she waited briefly
while I was thinking
"is this happening"
"this is really weird"
asking a question that dumb
then
she finished her line
" but on your thumb"
after listening
and realizing
what she said
intuitively I thought
"No way"
I wanted to decline
my cooperation to this survey
however
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
"Let me continue,
'You know I am not mad'
"Let me please surprise YOU"
I asked her
"What is this all about? "
"Later"
she said completing her sentence
"for the sake of this survey
I have to ask you first"
"Would you please describe to me
the feeling
just after your thumb
has been beaten
by a hammer? "
Now I knew
for sure
no more questions I would answer
not even a few
this woman
with her sparkling eyes
is really crazy.
how do I get rid of this her.
she was persistent
she explained
what the survey was really about
and I found out she wasn't
telling a "trained" story
"a hammer can hit you
or someone else
and it might look the same
it is not the hitting
causing the difference
it is that feeling of yours
which is
of course the reason
for feeling and dealing
your way with your pain"
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
" Now you know
all the how's and why's
you are obliged to yourself
to finds ways
to recover from your pain
your life will never be the same
again'
she was a wise woman
telling me
what a fool I was
for a short
but allowed
amount of time
Or not?
I was wise enough
to answer the door
and find out more….
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012.
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Grandfather Says
"Sit in my hand."
I'm ten.
I can't see him,
but I hear him breathing
in the dark.
It's after dinner playtime.
We're outside,
hidden by trees and shrubbery.
He calls it hide-and-seek,
but only my little sister seeks us
as we hide
and she can't find us,
as grandfather picks me up
and rubs his hands between my legs.
I only feel a vague stirring
at the edge of my consciousness.
I don't know what it is,
but I like it.
It gives me pleasure
that I can't identify.
It's not like eating candy,
but it's just as bad,
because I had to lie to grandmother
when she asked,
"What do you do out there?"
"Where?" I answered.
Then I said, "Oh, play hide-and-seek."
She looked hard at me,
then she said, "That was the last time.
I'm stopping that game."
So it ended and I forgot.
Ten years passed, thirtyfive,
when I began to reconstruct the past.
When I asked myself
why I was attracted to men who disgusted me
I traveled back through time
to the dark and heavy breathing part of my life
I thought was gone,
but it had only sunk from view
into the quicksand of my mind.
It was pulling me down
and there I found grandfather waiting,
his hand outstretched to lift me up,
naked and wet
where he rubbed me.
"I'll do anything for you," he whispered,
"but let you go."
And I cried, "Yes," then "No."
"I don't understand how you can do this to me.
I'm only ten years old,"
and he said, "That's old enough to know."
Come Listen To The Music
I hear the music of the heavenly angels
Coming softly through the blue sky from above
Blending with the music from on the mountain tops
Bringing to all earth's people messages of love.
The song birds are singing to the angels' music
Telling us to hear the words of truth very clear,
"All of earth's people are more alike than different
And to help each other will leave no room for fear".
Come listen to the music of quiet gentle breezes
And music from wild flowers growing on the hill
Whispering softly to awaken our spirits
Saying, "Only listen and let your hearts be still,
So to hear the music from the living waters
That can bring abundance wherever there is need,
Can heal all broken hearts burdened with sorrow,
And can free the people caught by their fears and greed".
Listen to music from the world's throbbing heartbeat
Commanding its people to live in true harmony
By hearing the voices of heavenly angels
Singing love, joy, and peace can be our destiny.
Listen to the music in kind smiling faces
And the music of a child laughing gleefully
Both creating music with notes of "Just Caring".
Won't you please come listen to this music with me?
poem by Alice Lorraine Hill
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I just don't think I'm that interesting. I don't think what I have to say is that interesting. To hear me go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I mean, who... cares?
quote by James Gandolfini
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My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant
—he's a dandy
—small moustache
—usually sucking on a cigar
he tends to lean into cars as he
transacts business
first time I met him, he said,
"hey! ya gonna make a
killin'?"
"maybe," I answered.
next meeting it was:
"hey, Ramrod! what's
happening?"
"very little," I told
him.
next time I had my girlfriend with me
and he just
grinned.
next time I was
alone.
"hey," he asked, "where's the young
chick?"
"I left her at home...."
"Bullshit! I'll bet she dumped
you!"
and the next time
he really leaned into the car:
"what's a guy like you doing driving a
BMW! I'll bet you inherited your
money, you didn't get this car with your
brains!"
"how'd you guess?" I
answered.
that was some weeks ago.
I haven't seen him lately.
feIlow like that, chances are he just moved on
to better
things.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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