My new favorite song...
04/27/2005 06:05 p.m.
I think country music rots the brain. Lately, I have been thoroughly enjoying the brain-rot. This is one of the many reasons I have not posted in ages, but I will stand by my twang. You don't have to like country music to appreciate why this is fun.

Homewrecker
(Gretchen Wilson)

Well you're a real hot cookie with your new hairdo,
your high heel boots and your credit card,
long legs and a mini skirt.
Yeah, you know what works and you work it hard.
You smile like such a lady, innocent and sweet.
You drive the men-folk crazy, but any girl can see,
you're just a...

Homewrecker
I know what you're doing.
You think you're gonna ruin what I got,
but you're not.
Yeah, you little go-getter,
I'll teach you a lesson
if you get to messin' with my man.
You don't stand a chance.
No, you're just a homewrecker.

I'm sure you waited a long, long time
to find a man like mine,
but honey, you're too late.
So before you go and make your move,
maybe me and you should get a few things straight:
there's two ways we can do this.
I'll let you decide.
You can take it somewhere else, or we can take it outside,
you little

Homewrecker
I know what you're doing.
You think you're gonna ruin what I got,
but you're not.
Yeah, you little go-getter,
I'll teach you a lesson
if you get to messin' with my man.
You don't stand a chance.
No, you're just a homewrecker.

Now, honey, I'm a Christian, but if you keep it up,
I'm gonna go to kickin' your pretty little butt.
Is that clear enough?
Yeah, you little

Homewrecker
I know what you're doing.
You think you're gonna ruin what I got,
but you're not.
Yeah, you little go-getter,
I'll teach you a lesson
if you get to messin' with my man.
You don't stand a chance.
No, you're just a homewrecker.
I am currently Strong
I am listening to Gretchen Wilson, among others

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Uniforms
05/08/2004 11:54 p.m.
The poems I posted earlier this week were angrier than I want them to be, but it's some of the more honest work I've written lately, so they'll stay up until I figure out how to properly revise them.

Grandpop died on Friday night, shortly before 8pm. He was surrounded by his family to the very end, and he knew it. For years, he has been waiting to die, depressed and miserable, but when it came down to it, he fought to stay with us.

To answer my own question from "To a Marine Dying," he will be buried in his fireman's uniform, because the Marine uniform no longer fits him. The Marine uniform will hang on display at the foot of the casket. He was a true hero. He will be missed.


I am currently Sad
I am listening to "Dust in the Wind" ~Sarah Brightman

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hm... think I'll use this thing.
01/15/2004 04:53 a.m.
I've been doing a lot of driving lately. I've found that driving has three effects on my writing:
First, every inspiration has something to do with movement and wheels and how much I hate being in cars, while my poetry prefers to be stills and snapshots.
Second, driving seems to numb my brain more than most activities. I get angry with other drivers, and I can't clear my mind anymore. I've written some of my better work while walking, and the car has taken that away. I'm lazy.
Third, on the rare occasions that I actually get an idea, I have no way of writing it down until I get where I'm going. My commute is about an hour, and my ideas fade too quickly.

I love winter, but I want it to be warm again.

I have a poem, but I want to look at it with morning eyes before I post it.
I am currently Tired
I am listening to "Whisper from the Mirror" ~Keiko Matsui

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