We have some tools,
They are miniscule but all we've got.
We place our bets.
We only begin.
We may always only have been beginners.
We shine.
We will have shone.

I have been busier lately, actually becoming part of humanity, a little. A little more than a little. What a grueling thing. Some people make it worth while though. Sometimes.

I am tinged with hate.
I'm over the cliff edge.
That part of me that was so gullible GONE.
Now I see you clearly.
You're F'in UGLY.
Never did see, such a gruesome thing.
You'll never change, I've given up hope.
No more forgiveness lives.
You've murdered every drop.
It's all dead now.
What's left.
Just your monstrousity,
A little debt.

That was not about Morrissey. It is about someone who would never willingly have Morrissey or The Smiths on the air. Only what promotes gullibility is what is allowed in her domain. The equivalent of being lobotomized. Oh how she would be keen to lobotomize me. Oh yes. I bet it's almost a sexual urge she has.

She wouldn't have the guts to lobotomize herself though, so she can't win.

Busy but not miserable,
I haven't felt this in so long.
This time, it's for the right reasons.
No, it always was.
It always was.
I just made mistakes.
Trusted shifty ground.
Ungrounded ground.
Feel the dynamic ground.
It's the one that will hold you down,
Where you belong,
So you can jump and not go flying up into the clouds,
Only to come crashing down.
Gravity, to provide some resistance,
And strength to your bones.
A little leeway, so you can have fun.
But you always stay right here on the ground.
If you're gone, you're not gone too long.
You'll be coming round,
Frequently you'll be right here on the ground.

She's so busy fighting off the shaming prudes,
There's nothing left.
They still blame her though, naturally, for having nothing.
People never change as long as there is no need to.
None they feel themselves.
None in themselves that they allow to breathe openly.
It's only when they are, 'not themselves',
Or in 'private' that the truth comes out of the closet.
That's when they crave her to be crucified in their stead,
Wishing they had the clarity of mind to be like her,
The freedom, and self-acceptance,
The conviction.

Secret
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z87Ni84F2ks

Red Blooded Woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBpAjXIqmv8&playnext=4&playnext_from=QL

Chocolate
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eFPitLcnww&playnext=5&playnext_from=QL

I just like you.
I'm attracted to you.
I just have this silly idea that I can make you happy.

It's something I tend to forget.
Often I'm not feeling that.
I can't help but dream of you sometimes though,
While I'm awake,
I dream of a smiling face.
It's in your eyes.
They look happy.

Good God, Help me!

This loneliness.
It's pretty intense.
It seems that the more time I spend with people,
The stronger the sensation of alienation,
But that's just because of the vivid contrast,
Outside/inside, ouch.
We try though, to make a bridge.
It gets lost in the shuffle,
The paper shuffle,
The neurotic coping strategies.

It's a female.
She's older now.
Stinkier,
Awkwardness taking over.
Once a wonderful bimbo no one cared for.
Now a used up whore.
She likes the smell of her own sweat.
The choices she asks for when it's her turn to vote,
In the microcosm of the little artistic world,
Where a small helping to a hoping for an income comes in,
There is something,
And it won't go away.
It wasn't joking.
It's here to stay ranting on about nothing.

You're civilized, intellectual.
You think you are more moral.
I am put through a meat grinder daily,
Because you are shielded from having to watch.
It would be justified one way or another,
To keep you comfortable,
How they treat me,
And how you do too,
You and they are superior.
That's the justification and it's a lie,
To yourselves and mother nature.
You can only cheat her for so long and then, she goes mad.
You can't send her away to an asylum when she does.
You can't take care of her dog when she can't.
She's just an animal,
You think she's a criminal.

You taking this crap attitude toward Kylie that all 'intellectuals' take, well, it makes me cringe. I was enjoying watching the latest crappy ( technically speaking ) recordings of you in concert in Madrid and Tel Aviv, U N T I L I heard you mouth off about Kylie again, AGAIN! I appreciate your seriousness, it is your song Meat Is Murder that guilt tripped me into committing to being vegetarian and I adore you for that. I know you're right about that. I've done some research, quite a bit, on nutrition and I am convinced that humans are healthiest on a vegan diet. That's right, no cheese or eggs even. No animals, not even their tit milk, mildewed into cheese, or their unhatched offspring. Sometimes I give into temptation on these, but I no longer am tempted to eat any carcass that was once an animated sentient being with a nervous system.

Just because I like your seriousness about such causes, does not mean that Kylie Minogue should be put down though. Kylie in her way is also an activist in ways that are not as obvious as your anti-animal cruelty artwork. It feels like you are being cruel when you put Kylie down, inferring her to be a crashing bore in Tel Aviv...oy, I couldn't enjoy watching those clips of you after I heard you say that. I didn't like to look at photos of you either, after you said that about her, because I know that if you find her boring, then you sure don't understand her or me, and I can't help but feel you are hypocritical...James Dean is good and Kylie Minogue is bad? Please get off your pedestal, and make some kind of apology, or, continue on with this and, be, what seems to me, compartmentalized to a degree that makes you, just another crashing bore in the sense that I feel hated, through your hatred of Kylie.

I could still be civil with you, but I can't relax and enjoy you when you have this prejudice.

I know you likely won't understand this, because Kylie is likely just tits and ass to you. She is oh so much deeper than that to me. It's a primal logic to me, that she has been taking a stand for, despite how commercially successful and how mainstream.

I'm ready, to continue on being deemed a vain flake. By people like you. There are many, in the sense I refer to.

Guess who the music is.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RitHD001Dwg