I want to take a bath, in last nights beers, the water would be luke warm, and bitter.

my sensation has lost its craving, i've mis quoted the raven.

things got ugly at the zoo while i was there...there was a calm before the storm...the lions looked dis-interested but i'd assume they always do, even as they are pulling your limbs apart with their teeth. i imagine they have a look of dis-content all across their face.

my harmonica has been chewed by a dog with no sense of tune, he looks at me sometimes as if he wishes i could be someone else...i agree with that look...

a bun that is one day old is cheaper than one that just came out of the oven and placed into a basket on a piece of cloth...the butter on that day old bun won't melt so smoothly...you just don't get that same smell, from that day old one...each day that comes and goes...my worth...is worse...

if your playing cards with me...don't stare me in the eyes...don't lock your gaze...i'll call that every time... even if i'm sure your sitting on kings...and there is a king on the board... i take caution and throw it to the wind...i have nothing to lose....i cashed my chips a long time ago...

the exchange rate was piss poor...

it's better to just accept your fate....the same song plays at the end for all of us...and the wishes we made along the way...get lost on those deaf ears, that were ignoring our lips the whole time.

does it matter...does one side of the bread burn quicker then the other. Rain has hit my window for the last 20 minutes in a patter that i could have sworn was scripted, but who could have written this kind of symphony....I am missing question marks....through out.

The last time i listened to someone speak....for longer than 6 minutes, with out tuning out, i think i was twelve....I think it might have been my hockey coach...

my memory is so shit these days....from all the tuning out.

i sang a song to a lady at a bar... she knew every word...before i said it...she knew what i was going to say...before it was said....this was not a popular song...i think she was an angel...or the closest thing that this world has to offer.

a few nights...a few days....some hours. I think about this world with out me taking up the space

i do...the space is not much, but it still takes up, i create waste. I ask for none of it...i picture it, it still turns...the papers still get delivered, the clocks punched....the over paid coffees....drunk.

my aunt once told me when i was small...'you always make people laugh'

i listened to a man laugh to himself on the street car for till i could not listen any more...no one was with in 20 feet of him. He laughed and laughed and laughed....i had nothing to do with that.....i believe even as a kid...it was kind of the same....