For Whom the Blog Tolls

donut poetry

Wed, 11 Jun 2003 23:21:07 GMT

My love now lapses
as the donut collapses
this batch is ruined
like my love for you
get your stuff and go

Gord Downie - Battle of the Nudes

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:23:21 GMT

Christmastime in Toronto

Oh oh yea
So this is your number well I just called to say 'hello'
I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in morse code
We just got cut off or disconnected, I dunno
but it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

We got this power to generalize when everything explodes
the certainty of our unknown, your childrens' unknown
you're gonna let us in though you’re technically closed
must be Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

Let's have a toast!
To charity, wickedness, dope
A toast!
To the day after tomorrow

Oh oh yea the day after tomorrow

You'd like to buy the drink a bar, take us all to the show
you're so full of cash tonight, you could buy the Pope
you might as well try and get milk from your elbow
though it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke
your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow
"always the wind and the persistent snow
gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat" (Chekhov)
Everyone hates you but they don't know what I know
besides, it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto

Let's have a toast!
To charity, fixedness, hope
A toast!
To the day after tomorrow

Oh oh yea the day after tomorrow

I'm Greek, Counting sheep is too risky.

Tue, 20 May 2003 09:13:30 GMT

Complete inability to sleep. Last night I slept for one hour. Today I have slept for two and I am done for the night. In 3 hours I will leave for work where I will spend 12 hours staring at a flickring screen. I went through this about 3 years ago and I hope it doesn't last as long as it did then. 5 months of a few hours of sleep a night. Sometimes less than 10 a week. A million thoughts race in my head though none of them seem important enough to keep me up at night. I don't understand why now. Why after so long? Well I suppose I have all night to think of the answers.

Insomnia

Mon, 19 May 2003 07:41:46 GMT

I can't sleep. And I blame you.

Phantom Hits

Fri, 16 May 2003 10:26:30 GMT

I would just like to state.. for the record *taps mic* that I did not.. have.. sex.. with that woma... no.. I mean, these phantom hits are not me. NOT ME. Thank you.

*rubs back to the mic*

NOT ME!

Tight White Assholes!!!

Fri, 16 May 2003 09:37:40 GMT

I checked my page reads a few seconds ago and was interested to discover that "tight white assholes" seems to link here somehow. As if I could go back to bed now. God damn it.

Mom?? Get outta here!!!

Fri, 16 May 2003 09:35:20 GMT

2:30 am. Been awake for about 40 minutes with the memory of my last dream still rattling around in this fat head of mine. Wait.. you want to know what it was you say?? Well... alright. THe background details are unimportant.. I was heading off to a hockey game and I realized at the last second that I had forgotten my hockey stick in my room. So up I go to grab it, and as I am entering my room, an arm SNAKES out of the door right next to my bedroom and wraps itself around my neback/neck. I scream. I turn around. And it's my mom. "What the hell are you doing?!?!" I yell. (You can tell it's a dream cause in real life I don't yell at my mommy.) She gives me the ole Charlie Brown "Mwomp mwomp womp" And I wake up unsettled and upset. I have no idea why it's shaken me up like this. At least she wasn't holding out a football for me I suppose.