As I write this, it is 5:15, the 15th of July, 2006. I am listening to public radio. The conflict in the middle east is becoming worse and worse. Bush is talking nonsense about "short term and long tem goals," while not actually doing anything to the effect of peacemaking. I am beginning to believe that the world is going crazy. Israel, Hizbollah, Lebanon, Syria. America, The United Kingdom, The United Nations, Russia. North Korea and their missiles. What's Going On?

Gaaahhh!!! annoyed.

don't you hate programs that only let you undo one action? Y'know, and then if you click "undo" again, it redoes the thing you undid in the first place? is anyone else annoyed by that?

Still More lyrics.

yet again, no music to go along with it:

and now i lay me down to sleep

i ask the board my soul to keep

and should i wake before i die

i'll pay the court my soul to try

and if naught's sure but death and tax

i'll lay my soul upon the tracks

i'll take my cross and bear my pain

and joy will come to me again

sound of silence hold me tight

I've lost my country on this night

truth or falsehood, who can say?

Politics rule the world today

There is no meaning 'neath the veil

Just lawyers' hands, so cold and pale

Men and women of the jury

Bathe us in your joyful fury

he's killed so many souls before

bloodlust avenged with one more

Song Lyrics

Here are some lyrics i wrote. They don't have a tune, so as of right now they're really just a poem.

Hitchhike to happiness

Heartless artichoke and soulless shoe

Ingredients for the witches brew

Ragnarok is come

Just stick out your thumb

Hitchhike to happiness

Hitchhike to happiness

It’s okay, Lose yourself under the floor

Lose a moment, then you lose ten more

Look what you’ve become

Just stick out your thumb

Hitchhike to happiness

Hitchhike to happiness

The confused heart and the broken mind

Peace and calm will come to both in time

Colored glass indeed

Plant a soul tree seed

Hitchhike to happiness

Hitchhike to happiness

And there’s gotta be an easier way

To let the world go on with its day

Windows cannot lie

Grounded souls can fly

Hitchhike to happiness

Hitchhike to happiness

Weird, sorta emo poem

I was at a concert last night, and the smell of BO, beer, and cigarettes in a cramped room must have gotten to me. I wrote the following lines of poetry:

Can you hear the truth of the words of the silent?

The truth that we’re all dead

The truth it’s in your head

Hell from the sax, in a cold, whispered rasp

Can you grasp the truth of the sounds of the voiceless?

Cymbals twisted into deathly faces Blood scores across her cheek

Go and seek the truth of the voice of the muted

the surreal touch of the night seeps in

bleeds into your pulse. you begin

to believe that the streets can breathe.