So Damn Unusual
***edit*** 5/2/05
It's so damn unusual.
To be here now.
The grinder of bones...
Experiencing the ever-growing glower
of the ghost that calls itself, "Paranoia"
Take my hand and lead me, read me, seed me.
To the rose-bush under the viaduct, saddled with images of
the Madonna in tears: her eyes, the promise
that tomorrow might bring with it a bag less
of these myseries, the mysteries of today.
Or maybe this is just a road-side attraction
and I...
I'm just selling tickets to the hope
that there might be hope.
meh. I got nothing. just sleepiness.
It's so damn unusual.
To be here now.
The grinder of bones...
Experiencing the ever-growing glower
of the ghost that calls itself, "Paranoia"
Take my hand and lead me, read me, seed me.
To the rose-bush under the viaduct, saddled with images of
the Madonna in tears: her eyes, the promise
that tomorrow might bring with it a bag less
of these myseries, the mysteries of today.
Or maybe this is just a road-side attraction
and I...
I'm just selling tickets to the hope
that there might be hope.
meh. I got nothing. just sleepiness.