As Promised
Friday, September 6th, 2002 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flwydHere's the stream of consciousness I wrote on Saturday. Surprisingly, I didn't make too many typoes. Those of you who read my previous entry will certainly see where some of the elements were coming from. I was also listening to Dark Side of the Moon, which is why I drop into transcribing "Time."
following I go
running through the leaves
falling down upon my head
a silly boy am I
death becomes no one
I eat a small tuna
follow me now and you shall see
a better tomorrow yesterday
run through the grass
run through the leaves
hit me on the ass
picture me in three
quickly goes colin graham
9225 oak town place
a blue sedan chair
four doors and 360 degrees of window
days go around the sun
nights follow and go before
I run throughout the world
as my child walks in her hair
green leaves of the irish
fightin irish that his
Lou Holtz doesn't run the show
but everyone still tunes in
clickety clack the fingers go
dance across the keyboard
get drunk
miss a few keys
it's all good in the end
da dum
still water
stillwater
still the water, it's moving too fast
flash my chest
a bra beneath
white lace, sports
no impropriety here.
da da da, do do do do
ba bam
ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
waiting for someone to show you the way
tired and lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
and you were yong and life is long
and there is time to kill today
and then one day you find
ten years have got behind you
no one told you when to run
you missed the starting gun
snake slithers through the grass
muskrat dives in
wet
kersploosh
orange stripes
on a white background
traffic diversion
orange vest on a blue cop
traffic diverter
stretcher takes him away on an ambulence
acmelubna
texate's tacos
mexican beer
hot down there this time of year
good thing hey've got jungle
and you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
racing around to come up behind you agian
the sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death
every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
plans I made that come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quient desperation is the english way
the time has come the song is over
thought I'd something more to say
rasta hats
red and green and yellow. maybe black too
like the faces
and the dreds that they hide
I like to be here when I can
ramps lead up to the top
a turtle shell upside down
from Mario Bros. Don't you remember?
The tolling of the iron bell
Can it still toll? For a man who died 2000 years ago?
Aftter another man noted the fact 100 years ago?
1886. Ten years.
Pretentious Establishent seal.
Still the first.
Black shirt, gold nmbers. Letters too.
Riding a coffin down the Nile
Which flows up. Don't you look at the map?
McNally has your brains all pointed one direction
but I can turn a complete circle
whacking off is so easy to do
now I know I know that it's goo
excrement of poo
covers the wall. projectile shitting, that's the stuff
sunburn
sunturn
sun worm
clear the way
new skin
nude skin
true skin
babes in bikini tops
just hangin out
nothing sexual,
but it's all about sex.
Victoria's Secret ain't so well kept
whisper it to your friends
Why does the naked body look better in black and white than in color?
Maybe cause we usually saw it late at night?
No fucking in day time? Too much work to to do
Legible
LegiBowl
legislate the state away
create the bait to state the state in its state of status
click bang!
go to hell, you're already dead
when I was one I shot myself and came back to life
GI Joe teaches impressionable kids
But who's ever heard of non-impressionable kids
If TV makes people do stuff, better stay away from the Soaps
Soap opera. It ain't over till the Ivory Floats
bubbles foloating in Mr. Rogers' neighborhood.
Can't remmeber what the weeklong opera was about, though.
Funny that.
funny, that expression.
Thank you Sam.
I am Sam. Sam I am.
But who is Sam? I am.
following I go
running through the leaves
falling down upon my head
a silly boy am I
death becomes no one
I eat a small tuna
follow me now and you shall see
a better tomorrow yesterday
run through the grass
run through the leaves
hit me on the ass
picture me in three
quickly goes colin graham
9225 oak town place
a blue sedan chair
four doors and 360 degrees of window
days go around the sun
nights follow and go before
I run throughout the world
as my child walks in her hair
green leaves of the irish
fightin irish that his
Lou Holtz doesn't run the show
but everyone still tunes in
clickety clack the fingers go
dance across the keyboard
get drunk
miss a few keys
it's all good in the end
da dum
still water
stillwater
still the water, it's moving too fast
flash my chest
a bra beneath
white lace, sports
no impropriety here.
da da da, do do do do
ba bam
ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
waiting for someone to show you the way
tired and lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
and you were yong and life is long
and there is time to kill today
and then one day you find
ten years have got behind you
no one told you when to run
you missed the starting gun
snake slithers through the grass
muskrat dives in
wet
kersploosh
orange stripes
on a white background
traffic diversion
orange vest on a blue cop
traffic diverter
stretcher takes him away on an ambulence
acmelubna
texate's tacos
mexican beer
hot down there this time of year
good thing hey've got jungle
and you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
racing around to come up behind you agian
the sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death
every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
plans I made that come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quient desperation is the english way
the time has come the song is over
thought I'd something more to say
rasta hats
red and green and yellow. maybe black too
like the faces
and the dreds that they hide
I like to be here when I can
ramps lead up to the top
a turtle shell upside down
from Mario Bros. Don't you remember?
The tolling of the iron bell
Can it still toll? For a man who died 2000 years ago?
Aftter another man noted the fact 100 years ago?
1886. Ten years.
Pretentious Establishent seal.
Still the first.
Black shirt, gold nmbers. Letters too.
Riding a coffin down the Nile
Which flows up. Don't you look at the map?
McNally has your brains all pointed one direction
but I can turn a complete circle
whacking off is so easy to do
now I know I know that it's goo
excrement of poo
covers the wall. projectile shitting, that's the stuff
sunburn
sunturn
sun worm
clear the way
new skin
nude skin
true skin
babes in bikini tops
just hangin out
nothing sexual,
but it's all about sex.
Victoria's Secret ain't so well kept
whisper it to your friends
Why does the naked body look better in black and white than in color?
Maybe cause we usually saw it late at night?
No fucking in day time? Too much work to to do
Legible
LegiBowl
legislate the state away
create the bait to state the state in its state of status
click bang!
go to hell, you're already dead
when I was one I shot myself and came back to life
GI Joe teaches impressionable kids
But who's ever heard of non-impressionable kids
If TV makes people do stuff, better stay away from the Soaps
Soap opera. It ain't over till the Ivory Floats
bubbles foloating in Mr. Rogers' neighborhood.
Can't remmeber what the weeklong opera was about, though.
Funny that.
funny, that expression.
Thank you Sam.
I am Sam. Sam I am.
But who is Sam? I am.
