Sunday, February 22, 2009

The end of movies

So the Oscars...
what's the point? I sit a watch little bits and think. how stupid to spend that much time and money on an awards show. more publicity eh? and we the people fall for it.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

mom

Newspaper clippings and magazine rippings
shoved into a kitchen drawer (along with a few stray crossword puzzles)
Finding a certain recipe was usually a pretty big chore
Finding the right recipe was easy
you just grabbed one!
“I thought it looked good,” was always the comment.
In reality, sometimes it did and sometimes it didn’t
But that was the adventure.

Lyrics | Rent - Without you lyrics


Empty hollow chest,
beating fleeting heart
its gone. All.

sad reeling skull,
depressed repressed mind
it hurts. Very.

shallow hurting hands,
worn torn soul
broken. Now.

Empty hollow chest,
dead unfed heart
its gone. Forever.

Without you, I die
Without you, its true
Without you.