Friday, May 23, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
The consequence of sounds.
My rhyme ain't good just yet, my brain and tongue just met, and they ain't friends so far. My words don’t travel far, they tangle in my hair and tend to go nowhere. They grow right back inside, right past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice, where they don’t serve my juice. All melted calories, nutrition values and I absorb back in the words right through my skin. They sit there festering inside my bowels. The consonants and vowels, the consequence of sounds, the consonants and vowels. The consequence of sounds. Got a soundtrack in my mind; all the time kids screamin' from too much beat up and they don't even rhyme. They just stand there, on a street corner, skin tucked in and meat side out and shot and I’d like to turn them down but there ain't no knob. Run into picket fences, not into picket lines. All this hippie shit for the 60's and another cliché for our time. One of these days your heart will just stop ticking and they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking. The consonants and vowels, the consequence of sounds, the consonants and vowels. The consequence of sounds. Did you know that the gravedigger's still gettin' stuck in the machine, even tough it's a whole other daydream, another town it's another world, where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid and the lawns are mowed. Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song is done, there’s always another one waiting right around the bend till this one ends. Then it begins quickly, then it starts all over again.The weather report keeps on tossing and turning, predicting and warning,
and warning and warning of, possibly it could be news publications and possibly it could be news TV stations. That very same morning right next to her coffee. She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic. All she had wanted to know was the traffic. “The worlds got a nosebleed” it said, “And we’re flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests!”. We keep on paying those freaks on the TV who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. Sweating like demons they scream through our speakers but we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr. The world that has made us can no longer contain us and profits are silent then rotting away 'cause the consonants and vowels, the consequence of sounds, the consonants and vowels. The consequence of sounds. My rhyme ain't good just yet, my brain and tongue just met, and they aint friends so far. My words don't travel far, they tangle in my hair, and tend to go nowhere. They grow right back inside, right past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice, where they don't serve my juice. All melted calories, nutrition values and I absorb back in the words right through my skin. They sit there festering inside my bowels. The consonants and vowels, the consequence of sounds, the consonants and vowels. The consequence of sounds.
and warning and warning of, possibly it could be news publications and possibly it could be news TV stations. That very same morning right next to her coffee. She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic. All she had wanted to know was the traffic. “The worlds got a nosebleed” it said, “And we’re flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests!”. We keep on paying those freaks on the TV who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. Sweating like demons they scream through our speakers but we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr. The world that has made us can no longer contain us and profits are silent then rotting away 'cause the consonants and vowels, the consequence of sounds, the consonants and vowels. The consequence of sounds. My rhyme ain't good just yet, my brain and tongue just met, and they aint friends so far. My words don't travel far, they tangle in my hair, and tend to go nowhere. They grow right back inside, right past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice, where they don't serve my juice. All melted calories, nutrition values and I absorb back in the words right through my skin. They sit there festering inside my bowels. The consonants and vowels, the consequence of sounds, the consonants and vowels. The consequence of sounds.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Farewell Canada!
Hokay! SO! I am moving. To England. In NINE sleeps. SCAAAAAARY! SO EXCITED! I'll have my own laptop over there, so I'll definitely update a LOT. So I'm thinking that (between two jobs and packing that is) I need to spend as much time with everyone here as I can before I go.
I leave on Friday, May 23rd at 3pm. I'll be spending the night at my sister Apryl's house and then leaving the country the next day at 3:50pm on the 24th. I get to London's Gatwick Intl. Airport at 9:30am on the 25th. Yeaaaaah, long flight. I'll deal. So for those of you who don't know, I'm moving to a city called Solihull, a suburb of Birmingham, right in the middle of the country. I'll be living with the Smith family which consists of Michelle, Steven, Katie and Charlotte and they are WONDERFUL. Michelle is the mother and is originally from the U.S. Steven is the dad and he's from England. Katie is four years old and is just the cutest little thing. Charlotte is adorable too, she's only 18 months old. Basically I'll be like a nanny. I'm REALLY excited. The plan is to stay for about a year, and then take it from there.
If anyone wants to know anything else, give me a shout!
I leave on Friday, May 23rd at 3pm. I'll be spending the night at my sister Apryl's house and then leaving the country the next day at 3:50pm on the 24th. I get to London's Gatwick Intl. Airport at 9:30am on the 25th. Yeaaaaah, long flight. I'll deal. So for those of you who don't know, I'm moving to a city called Solihull, a suburb of Birmingham, right in the middle of the country. I'll be living with the Smith family which consists of Michelle, Steven, Katie and Charlotte and they are WONDERFUL. Michelle is the mother and is originally from the U.S. Steven is the dad and he's from England. Katie is four years old and is just the cutest little thing. Charlotte is adorable too, she's only 18 months old. Basically I'll be like a nanny. I'm REALLY excited. The plan is to stay for about a year, and then take it from there.
If anyone wants to know anything else, give me a shout!
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