something or other during the day
Goulet
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looking out your window
you see a plane screeching to a hault
and you wonder
"what in the world is that about" and
your dreams become the fantasies
you can't ever reach and the love of your life
is something you only write
about in trite, greeting card-like poetry,
so you get stoned and drunk
all the time and the
bad-world-gone-down-the-tubes
feelings you have rush out
your window past the stacks of
dusty books that you thought
might inspire you to do something
with your life; but didn't,
and past Jules Verne sitting in your window sill
weaving his sweaters out of
spider webs like in his books,
and past the grey hairs that now grow
out of the side of your head, and past the
plane you were staring at that
you thought was crashing, but it
was only landing in the nearest dairy farmfield
for a refuel, because you live nowhere
close to where you want to live, and
you are not anything close to want you thought you'd be,
and you realize that you should go
drink some tea or get stoned or
smoke a cigarette so that
everything is Okay and back to normal
sooner rather then later.
you see a plane screeching to a hault
and you wonder
"what in the world is that about" and
your dreams become the fantasies
you can't ever reach and the love of your life
is something you only write
about in trite, greeting card-like poetry,
so you get stoned and drunk
all the time and the
bad-world-gone-down-the-tubes
feelings you have rush out
your window past the stacks of
dusty books that you thought
might inspire you to do something
with your life; but didn't,
and past Jules Verne sitting in your window sill
weaving his sweaters out of
spider webs like in his books,
and past the grey hairs that now grow
out of the side of your head, and past the
plane you were staring at that
you thought was crashing, but it
was only landing in the nearest dairy farmfield
for a refuel, because you live nowhere
close to where you want to live, and
you are not anything close to want you thought you'd be,
and you realize that you should go
drink some tea or get stoned or
smoke a cigarette so that
everything is Okay and back to normal
sooner rather then later.
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thats a possibility i hadn't really considered
and again i leave a goulet thread looking out over a broader horizon.
hahaha, goulet: are we not supposed to think your stuff is good??? coz it is very good.
both with the poem
and with the promise of spankings
i quite liked the promise of spankings myself.
lol, dont get me wrong-it wasnt a BAD promise! i wonder what would happen if we really really complimented him!!
yeah - that's probably a good part of the fun though
this place is like getting out
of a cage
until going back
hi i'm you
and everyone likes to lie
and everyone likes to act
like they give a fuck
and everyone wants to
be held and loved and lusted
after and scolded and praised
and backed down into a corner
just to get the good-good
feelings of some-sort-of redemption
or some-kind-of accomplishment
but all-in-all it comes down to
the question you ask yourself at nighttime,
do i really want to get spanked?
That was so good it made me wanna slap my grandma!
G spot all the way!!
but i had such a good night last night
that i'd say yes to anything right now.
glad you had a good night though
reminded me of Talking Heads
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
an anenometer
i feel the life tick gaining speed
blazing
horror almost hell on earth
and known is the truth that more
had to die within all this built
up emotion of vengeance
stealing the mind of the people
and the decision is made without
one thought of jesus
or how jesus will take care of
them
the fire just rages on
peace and love jesus and sun
rain no drugs
a lot of laughter
a million hugs
i love you
that is what my daddy tells me.