two matic

the sixties are in the oughts or was that aught
just exactly what you'd want from a world going dead.
wait! the scientists have been paid to recant.
there's plenty of time left. methanol cocktails for the masses!

you've got dylan, hendrix, csn. what's up with my cloud?
tell you what steven, you got that right about paranoia.
and what do i have to lose, really? love? never was.
a chemical reaction based on pheromones or the shape
of your eyes. if you leave me, i'll live. just
don't leave me pms. shit, what am i talking about?
i wanted him gone gone last week.
then i let him talk to me.
comes in with a story bout how the boiz
at the bar he was treating to beers
told him i'd been in there picking up mens
while he was working. omg.
omg. like where would that come from? angry lava men?
or maybe not, maybe that's just his excuse
for being the "passionate" scorpio that he is.

one things for sure. this year is gonna be full fireworks
the pig demands it. i was just complaining
not too long ago about feeling nothing.
nada. what is that word/ hard to remember when blinded
by the light is on--bruce version--ummm detached.
i was detached from my life. whatever happens, happens.
comes from being weary. can 't afford the surprises.
moon shadow now. how is it this boy's only 22?
don't they have any of their own music? lol. no really
it's just so odd to hear these oldies as newbies.
sure he knew a few of them, but it's so weird how he found
leo sayer! leo sayer! my gott. i'ma go have to google that.
leo sayer.


well, that was more than i thought.
get this, in england, they call an all day drink & pub run
a leo sayer. man musta been a major partyer. also
he looks old. which he is. and he's a hissy baby
about celebrity big brother
which i dunno, is that some kind of help the kids thing
or some kind of watching you thing.

i know how bad i'm an anachronist.
the times are squeezing me from both ends.

i wonder if i'll be able towrite again
when you finally decide it's time to leave.
i'm taking my premonition and running with it.
you''ll be gone soon. right now, that's all good.
how do i cope with it when you tell me you love me.
just mouth back syllables? isn't that all you're doing?


but i can't fake it. well, not with someone who knows
how it's sposed to feel. why is my love always so possessive?
i'm so fuckin greedy. stop it. just enjoy it.
you always knew it wasn't forever. stupid jit.