Wednesday, February 28, 2007

jet plane to motorcade to stay at home with the stay-at-home headcase


I think I lost count, or something, but let's call this one Drawing #505. So many...drawings. If you want to celebrate #500, go a few back and celebrate.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Find six and take back 3


you're my little brother but you're a big bother

rah rah ritual mating
now we're carbon dating
and he said
"this is what you get when you don't get nothing"

i'm looking for directions but they'll only get me lost
they don't know where i want to go
but they think they know anyhow
and i pulled over to the side of the road and thought
"this is what you get when you don't get nothing."

supply met demand at the corner of who gives a shit and solidified cluster fuck
i was lost but it was just where i wanted to be
my compass rose bloomed in the spring
my maternal clock hit the snooze
i gotta have a baby
oh not just any baby will do
but the baby's first words were
"this is what you get when you don't get nothing"

and i laughed aloud
and i seemed so proud
and i made one fucking rhyme after another
and i wondered about my older brother
we shared a womb, a room, not a tomb
and my dying words were
something i can't remember

follow the bouncing ball
and follow the sunset
don't follow the regrets
you'll regress
you'll undress
i'll be watching in the dark
but really
this is what you get when don't get nothing

so compose yourself
get out of the hollowed out room
get out of the hollowed out

and get out 'til you don't know where you are
because that's exactly where you'll need to be
by the time you get there

there's no "i" in team, but there's a "me" (also, "meat")


"I" "THINK" "THE" "BABY" "HEARD" "ME" "scream"

Sunday, February 25, 2007

octogenarian is a dumb word


captain hat hacky sack
beach ball went flat
i'm flatlinin'
i'm just fine and
circumstance hat dance
flap jack fat chance
something was supposed to happen
but i forget what
strangulator, gator

it's really hightehc


don't sweat it

Look who just got elected mayor of Bland City!


pier pressure, blah blah

Thursday, February 22, 2007

drama drama drama

hindsight's 20/20
i'll take my chance's 50/50
i'll say we split just in time
it's a quarter to 3 in the morning
i'm alarmed and warning
but faster
i fall in a darkened room
stumbling through a hall
trying to find the bathroom
i should have seen it coming
the more time apart
the more time in
on the 319 uptown

it's right on time
but it never syncs in the kitchen sink
and it doesn't really matter what you think
can't change the past
but i got change for $1.05
and you need money money money
so you gotta go to work work work
money money money
work work work
it just doesn't seem to work work work
that way
the same way
it used to
it used to
matter more
it used to be
what we kept score for

2 on 1's
just no fair

but you expect me to play along

so put fuel on the fire
if you wanna burn the house down
where it stands
but where it stands
it's not the only one

and we can't have that, no
what're you gonna do

I mailed this to myself from the future, but I don't understand what it's for yet

we were dead before we landed
so we're gonna leave empty handed
so gimme a big hug as i head out that door
because i might not be coming back

there's no black and white
there's no grey
using gray matter
it doesn't matter

this isn't something you can think out
just put your hands up
and keep them in
go along for the ride
just as long as you don't hide
because you'll be found last
you'll be alone
with no one to point the finger at
but your own

if you wanna rewrite the rules as we go along
that's cool
i'll do the same
got a brand new game

we'll play it together and no one will keep score
so gimme a big hug as i head out that door
because i might not be coming back

your face is a paper weight

so pour it on soft
'cuz i won't ever hide
alright?
so when blood comes seepin
out the otherside
i'll be there with some paper towels 'n a steady hand
so put your hands up 'cuz i'm here to clean up that mess

there's no use cryin

path of least resistance was harder than i thought


the war was finally over when i fought back
all those battle scars were just forget-me-nots
i'm off in the garden

woke up at hell in the morning

it's something neverending
still we're pretending
anyway,
i remember driving around in the rain
feeling permanently insane

here's the contract
now we're honor-bound
something lost is never found
it's missing in the dark
it's a shot in the park
it's a long walk
off a short branch
it's a local bank
it's a hum drum mental mentality

you lost your marbles
long, long ago
but you still remember playing
well now it's for real
fightin' just to feel
everyday is just too fuckin' surreal

so i'll take that paycheck
i'll take back that energy i spent
and take it back with interest
i'm interested now

yeah, but it's too soon
and i'm too late
too little
ya think?

Monday, February 19, 2007

count your blessings, 'cause one day they're gonna fall down and smother you

one two three
now you are more free
than you ever wanted to be
fall in a black hole
if you don't know where you are
then you probably didn't belong there in the first place
some forgotten race
just take my place in the family photo
because i don't know all these people around me
growing suspicion
empty ambition
the ocean poured her arms out to pick me out
but the line up war was late
i'm always just in time to be three steps behind

i guess i should be ashamed but i missed that day in school CAN I BORROW YOUR NOTES
hahaha go

something's going between blinks
on the couch with the shrinks
it grows too big to be contained
i pay the high price tag to complain

growin' out potted plants
holding onto a big fat chance
AS SEEN ON TV
prize enclosed for loser
time's counting down
but it picked me out

History's First Thugs

Dear Reader,

Some of you may know I have been toiling away on a historical hip-hop album involving Abraham Lincoln and Benjamin Franklin. Those of you who don't, do now.

Well, the album "History's First Thugs" has arrived in time for President's Day. There is some sort of a MySpace page for those who want to hear samples: http://myspace.com/historysfirstthugs

Additionally, it has received some press in a local music blog. http://gapersblock.com/transmission/archives/2007/02/#017932

That is all. If you'd like to order the album, or talk to Abraham Lincoln or Ben Franklin, they've got their own e-mail at abeandben AT gmail DOT com. The album goes for $10 (two portraits of Abe Lincoln) or $100 (one portrait of Ben Franklin). Your call.

Thanks.

i don't remember (but march on trying)

gotta get in my grave
it'll always take me back
it always knows my name

it's your funeral
on the way to the mausoleum
placental museum

tick tock
the clock is late
clean your dinner plate

put on your best face forward
going out on a phantom limb
shit-eating grins for lunch

Saturday, February 17, 2007

we're in each other's blood, i sank, you swam


we meet at the hip bone
but never seem to meet
our joints have crossed
but we never seem to meet
eye to eye

we are still running this world
there is no stopping it so
don't bother

kinda tired of wastin your time
there's no stopping it so
don't bother
so

sister, don't


oh, if you only knew

Thursday, February 15, 2007

dryer than a bone fountain

help me it's raining
the umbrellas don't work in this town
someone knows my name
but they changed it without my permission
help me get permission
help me get permission
help me get permission
help me get permission
help me get permission
help me get permission
help me get permission

ok
compliance

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

give me stranger

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hey stores i shop at, thank you!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

people love the new yorker 21

guess you got me beat

oh yeah, old town
it's just a bit further down the road
so maybe i can hitch a ride
maybe yes, maybe so
i don't know

changing scenery like a pot of coffee
to much to hold much too still
maybe you can find what you lost in a place you've never been
i doubt it but at least the lie is all we've ever been

of it's own volition
empty nutrition
constant submission
you keep me locked up on the side of the road
and i just don't know
maybe yes, maybe so

something to believe in and something to hold onto
something too brief and something to belong to

snow globe
just goes to show
a tiny moment captured in glass
the bubble burst
and the moments only pass
they never get better
they never get worst
it just passed away
and we never visit its grave

but a silent day is something to hold onto
because when the moments passed
you'll be the last to notice
it's just a little bit up the road

please, let go

Sunday, February 11, 2007

good nooses, everybody

to tell the truth
i told 1,000 lies
hey you know
it's just supply
and it's demand
i must admit
i thought you'd quit
but hey we can dive right in
to the deep end
it won't end
so get good and comfy
pull up a chair
and get lost
because you're 1,000 miles away
no where near
where you need to be
but hey we can dive right in

wanting to ride

Thursday, February 08, 2007

HOW DO YOU M AKE GLUE

HELP IF YOU HELP ME I'LL HELP YOU

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

this is as inside my head as i thought i could get

that's what's on' the' inside'

did you rob me?
no.

uno dos tres lost my train of thought

Things were so normal then
Things were so weird then
Things were normal again then
Things got so weird then
Things cracked a window then
Brains dented my head
Souls hit the wall
Shit hit the fan
Predictable circumstances locked us in then
Things were so normal then
Things were so weird then
Things were never so normal in the first place
I won lost place in the race
I forget

Pull my wings off we'll fly home together
I'll forget my name and I'll forget what I remember
Huh
It goes down smooth
Elbow polish remover
Sink swim or deliver
From the sands of time to the creep in the closet
We all know whats left to do
So holy cow I can't believe it's already happened again

You make me so nervous the way you're never around
So I stay in the same old town
Changing the locks

Help a brother out
Help your brother out
If you've still got one
I forget

SERIOUSLY CALL ME IF YOU WANT TO PLAY HACKEY SACK OR WHATEVER, OK?

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Daylight went sleeping

Daylight hit the sunlight
It stayed up all night
But the moon gave in
And gave up all it ever was

Sometimes that's all you need to ask
And they'll give it over without a second thought
People will believe anything if it's sold to them just right

Declining the choir's advice
On a train track's setback
So give it a name, put it under your Christmas Tree
Because you'll never see me again

Got my picture locked in the locket
If you'd only thought to pick up the phone
To hear a voice say on the other line
So long, good bye, desperate Valentine's

That said, it's better to just hit the bed
Hit the bricks
Declining inside on the head

So setback, this day is all your own
Because you woke up the moon
And gave in way too soon

You'll never know what you could have had
Now you just think you've got it so bad

The way I think about the everyday
In the here and now
It’s not gonna change anytime soon anyhow
But over time
Things gradually change
But always stay the same
We keep in touch
But never say too much
Still I say all the right words but can’t seem to get it out of me
In time
Set it right
But maybe it's just too soon
I've got to go
There's the sunlight again

Good going, bad being
For the time

Monday, February 05, 2007

the grilled cheese griseler vs. the meatball metaknight


the impasta is nothing more than a plate of shapeshifting spaghetti

happy birthday, batman

Friday, February 02, 2007

man, whatever

eye for an eye
tooth for a tooth
we all hungry for truth
but it's getting late
my dinner's cold
my stomach's old
my eyes are folding into the sun
you've got one in the oven and one on the way
you'd only get in my way
i've got eyes bigger than my stomach
and a mouthful of trouble
i bit off more than i could chew
but i've got roads in my mind that lead to the doggybag
so back off if you know what's best
if you don't, i do
you can't plan something like this
it sort of just happened 22 times
so if you say you're sorry i'll make it 23
let's get married and get totally carried away
we haven't met yet but i promise you'll regret
don't order the chicken fed soup

eye for an eye
tooth for a tooth
we all hunger for truth
but it's something we can't afford
more than i can borrow