....congratulations issa... you have survived to feed this year's mosquitoes ....

Edited January 28, 200817 yr by Indy

Always on the outsideOf whatever side there was

...And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucetTill you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruinAnd you spill out over the side to anyone who'll listen

'ja imam toplo, iako malo srce'dasiel hemet pise ljubavno pismo

ona, naravno.

Here's to the losersBless them all!(Old-blue-eyes)

"Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it."Anthony Burgess

random outsider artby joe coleman

Some of these days, and it won't be longGonna drive back down where you once belongedIn the back of a dream car twenty foot longDon't cry my sweet, don't break my heartDoing all right, but you gotta get smartWish upon wish, day upon day, I believe oh lordI believe all the way

"Silent All These Years"T. AmosExcuse me but can I be you for a whileMy dog won't bite if you sit real stillI got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me againYeah I can hear thatBeen saved again by the garbage truckI got something to say you knowBut nothing comesYes I know what you think of meYou never shut-upYeah I can hear thatBut what if I'm a mermaidIn these jeans of hisWith her name still on itHey but I don't careCause sometimesI said sometimesI hear my voiceAnd it's been hereSilent All These YearsSo you found a girlWho thinks really deep thougtsWhat's so amazing about really deep thoughtsBoy you best pray that I bleed real soonHow's that thought for youMy scream got lost in a paper cupYou think there's a heavenWhere some screams have goneI got 25 bucks and a crackerDo you think it's enoughTo get us thereYears go byWill I still be waitingFor somebody else to understandYears go byIf I'm stripped of my beautyAnd the orange cloudsRaining in headYears go byWill I choke on my tearsTill finally there is nothing leftOne more casualtyYou know we're too easy Easy EasyWell I love the way we communicateYour eyes focus on my funny lip shapeLet's hear what you think of me nowBut baby don't look upThe sky is fallingYour mother shows up in a nasty dressIt's your turn now to stand where I standEverybody lookin' at you hereTake hold of my handYeah I can hear them

keep walking...to keep being alive