General Rommel's great vacation to the free world

The age of never ending conquest

where we conquer one another

if we can't ourselves.

Infiltrating the carefully constructed spheres of influence

one cannot destroy the other's plans - 

only hamper them

sweet, sweet jazz organ

my name is Jimmy

and there is only one love in my life,

her name is Leslie.

Orange and green lights,

flowers fall from the sky like rain.

Isn't that "free love"?

Suburban folk redefining the definition of free love

then carefully constructing a wall

after they've been there done that

Your feelings are poisonous,

with only the intentions of mass destruction.

That's what we learn how to put our

energy to use in the free world.

What is it you really understand Mr. Psychologist?

Is there something you know that I don't?

Why do you live to encounter

the worst of others?

Diagnosis bipolar bear - extinct.

Middle ages slaughter.

Capture the flag and burn it.

That way the king knows we mean business.

Jerky, jerk bus

jerking my pen across the paper

in a flustered manner.

Pick yourself up boy!

You know who you belong to!

That shirt doesn't say "Property of" for no reason. 

Shitty grin

shoveling shit in Louisiana,

if only I was in Patton's Army

slaughtering my brothers and their sisters

and mothers.

Travel in a circle to say

you've seen it all.

Repetition, recycled 

mile after shitty mile

but keep on your smile

Hit the deck!

Get your ass on the floor boy

and give me ten.

Get that shitty grin off your face

and give me twenty!

Do you want to die,

because this isn't funny.

Do you want to make it home

one more night to kiss your mommy?

Funny how dreams can die

There's something in the air

Something that turns our skin dry

and kills our sense of smell.

I cannot even taste my lips

There are no lips left to taste

Even if they were mine,

how should I know how to feel them?

I've had lovers in the night

and I've had a childhood insight.

Only at 9 below do we truly know

what it's like to be alone at midnight.

And yet dreams of a summer breeze persist

as if anything will be different if I walk away.

But what will I truly be able to say?

I loved, I held, I did it all for myself?

See, the one who overextends themselves

has grand ambitions for only one person.

So how do I save the earth

or a mother from a complicated birth?

All I know is that love is sick, sick, sick.

Why does it have to be?

Those who give and care show us

what we can never be -

an unraveled mind content in time

for that short glimpse of a secure manhood.

Yet, all I do is take

and ultimately forsake

everything that is good.

So who is it that I truly admire?

Well, it would be myself if I ever learned

how to keep my fucking mouth shut.

So instead, we drive to DC.

Bobby Fischer was a true patriot.

I say we start parking ghost bikes in Arlington Cemetery.

What do we do with the old man in the basement?

The one with a long white beard

which is only an indicator of time spinning the old wheel,

turning the old wrench

only to go home to a television dinner-

if you make it home riding through the snow...

What about the man who drank too much coffee?

He decided to join the Navy to get healthy.

What ever became of the book he was supposed to write?

Or maybe the young idealist

who lost himself in his own fantasy?

One that is forever lost in the hills and foot beds 

of the mountains of Ukraine?

So you want to be an intelligence collector?

Well, you need to first make your girlfriend cry

almost every single night.

If you're lucky, we'll show you a man with no arm or legs -

only a pistol at his side,

a revolver with empty chambers

waiting to unload an empty sound in the empty air.

It'll be over shortly - I promise.

No more artificial light,

just the image of the back of your eyes.

The corners of your mind that has,

"Do not enter" written all across it.

Here, take these boots

you'll need them.

They once belonged to a soldier

but he won't be needing them anymore.

You're scared?

Why?

So you're afraid to be lonely?

Well one must confront Apollo before you try.

If you're lucky, you can be back before midnight.

A new year awaits you,

a different one!

What do you say?

She says your writing is weird?

Now, that's true admiration!

Well, it's closer to the whistling of firebombs

being dropped in the dawn of night.

They go floating down

so clumsily

so imperfectly

without any precision.

They float through the air

until they find the bedroom of an innocent child.

Then the real destruction begins.

To be burned alive in your sleep at night -

that is what war stands for.

Sheer chaos and control of your army.

Who has the most bodies?

100,000 men strong

or casualties gone wrong?

What if that bomb wrote a song?

Just one long whistle,

like the radiator on a cold winter night.

It just hums along

then suddenly it all goes wrong.

The crescendo ends with a burst of light

but it is quiet.

Suddenly a cloud forms

and all life is quickly unborn

and then we start again.

So you want to collect intelligence?

'return of the earth' day

For three whole months, the city is void of life.

But today, I found that happiness does survive.

And although at times I struggle to find

a place that will guarantee freedom

without complexion

I continue to find myself confined by

apartment walls that are chronically white.

So why not use the day to burn my skin?

What is the other option?

Where did all this grass come from,

disturbing this snow laden land

Maybe I'll set my wheels spinning

or wish farewell to a friend

It's only once a year that its 

truly the end.

Hey mom,

It's not even 5 o'clock and it's already dark.

Thank God for florescent light.

I've got a bible and beer in my bag

and I'm under bright lights that produce heat.

You know, when the train is late

I can stay here and wait

for a line that is going home.

I can hear the cats

and other trains pass

but I can not really decide

when the right time

or door is going to open.

I can not really decide

if I should close the chapter on the night.

You see, every night I decide

the best to do is to go home.

But tonight is different.

I feel some comfort even though

I have come to understand that everything I know

and trust is just dust.

I still have another hour until I am home

and once I get there, I'll be glad I'm all alone

And now it is raining

It's not too cold

but I'm waiting.

Undecided if I should follow

or go my own way.

But now I'm going to her place

she decided that she has the space.

We both have to get over ourselves.

Just one more night and then it's over

we'll be thankful that we gave up on each other.

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Snow days in Chicago

back of the bus

Beach Boys

Oh wouldn't it be nice?

Two more weeks

a liberation will occur

skiing to class

the snow won't pass

until we fix the earth.

HOME

When you feel you feel it

what you felt was not it.

It was something that felt like it

but actually wasn't.

You say it and say it

but you realize what you felt

was not it.

You know now that

you won't know when when you do feel it.

Headache

What is it that causes that obnoxious tingle?

Are there creatures drilling holes in your brain?

I know a drink would be a cure.

Maybe two, or eventually a few.

Don't worry head

I'll be going to sleep soon.

Goodnight Bus Driver

Good night bus driver

You may not realize it

but you changed my life.

I was walking down the street

trying to make it home.

But then you stopped

and picked me up.

Your bus' florescent lights have that familiar feel.

Choosing a seat is often as fickle as picking the right apple,

so I tend to just stand up.

But when I first get on board

I nod and say hello

I don't know if you realize that I am glad you found me tonight.

When it is my turn to get off

I walk out the back door.

I waved but I am not sure if you saw me.

Though I never got your name

and you never got mine

we both hold a piece of each other forever

because of that one ride.

And I know when the same time tomorrow comes

I will forever be in debt

to another bus driver just like you.

Motion Sickness

The boy sits in front of the machine so much

that he begins to feel sick when he's not.

He is the pinnacle of progress.

A domestic species of the highest sort.

Years

If it feels like a dream, it's because it is.

The real battle is not on earth, but in heaven.

Legions of fallen angels leave their flesh bodies

to struggle against hope for all eternity.

There is no end.

Pain has no cure.

Your fate has already been decided once you open your eyes for the first time.

You're frightened by the signs you don't understand.

You try to relate them to  previous life.

The soul does grow old.

Whether it becomes more wise in time is not easy to answer.

Some spiral further into evil.

So many rebirths have taken place

that the life you currently associate existence to

is merely a grain of sand of all the earth's beaches.

So do you choose redemption?

Do you become a lost wonderer 

who has given up on the search for hope and desire?

It is only your passion that you maintain

and civilization will most certainly see an end to it.

When the earth ceases to exist,

does the mind then as well? 

The opposite of the son of God is still an angel.

The battle continues as we cycle through the pages that make up our lives.

Only angels can destroy angels and

only men can destroy men.

Animal Dreams

When the beast is asleep has he discovered peace?

Does he hide in the Earth

or dream about rebirth?

He understands that in order to change God's plans

he needs the hands of a man.

Is he frightened of the darkness as he is of the day?

Dead in a Bed

It sounds of nothing,

holding hands (that is)

in a wood cabin all day.

Your mind has long drifted

in a search for the gold

that was yesterday.

You feel the walls shake from the door slam.

You don't know who is going through,

or when you do.

Armageddon Clock

When we all get trapped in machines

the mind warps

men go mad

no second guess

you know what's at stake

There's only one solution:

close the chapter on mankind

Nairda Ecartal is going crazy.

I had the craziest night. It was so windy and on the bridge I was almost pushed off the side. We listened to great music and ate a great dinner. Then it went somewhere else. It went to the past and present and some people connected. The universe is not aligned, but it is not the universe.

We discussed art, and music more specifically and traveling. They all seemed to be related and yet I keep discussing recently complacency. The whole world is finally available to me, and what do I do? It is so strange, I mean I feel like my dream life has everything to do with everything like how we’re supposed to be living in the present always. I mean there gets to be a point where there is no return. You’ve already crossed the line and you’re in for it. Yet, it is always the same familiar walls you’ve always been surrounded by.

We all need more work. If we all really worked a lot more, I believe we’d find out what we’ve always supposed to do. For instance, you should go on a 5 day hiking trip or a bicycle trip carrying your tent and food with you. You’ll spend a lot of time with yourself for sure. The strange thing about being in the city is that you tend to have these moments everyday, but there are many people who are witness to it. It becomes at times a struggle for survival, yet it is also battle of the wits. How did David defeat Goliath?

The point is that we’ve got to look at more metaphors. See the more I tell you how you’re supposed to think, the more you realize what a shame it all becomes. Instead, what if we just had a nice hot chocolate and a fireplace near by? Well that would certainly make things a lot better.