Hello Children of the night.
No lengthy intro tonight....
Part one of my actual "Vegoose" review has been posted at:
www.festivalpreview.com
Just click on "Rock" and look for the author name of John Robison.
Enjoy this shite I have included this evening
When we step back and look at the blood on the sidewalk we can only ask questions.
Begging to know when the Angel fell dead from heaven, slamming it’s body into the pavement.
Looking deep into the lame eye and wishing I was there
Sitting and staring deep and lovingly into the heart of a stone wall…
We are becoming complacent and bored…
To death maybe?
We have been too mesmerized by picking the insects from one another’s backs…
So in tune that the insects dried up long ago and we have begun to pick and feast on the scabs.
Scarring each other for the sake of love?
Or more for hunger?
Our appetite is huge and indifferent.
We are soul eaters.
We devour the sex and love and stains…
We choke on the heartache.
Is God watching this?
Are you paying any attention at all up there?
We need a miracle baby.
Hello?
But do not fret.
You all can go to Hell as long as we wave goodbye with a beautiful smile.
Send me on my way with a huge shit eating grin.
Nobody wins this one.
Except maybe the beautiful and rich and bought out…
Of which I am none.
But fuck that!
A drop of blood and a fingerprint…
A signature that proudly says I am joining the loser’s club.
And you know what?
I am running for God Damn President.
Am I leading you or are you leading me? By the hand, running into the night.
Fingers locked and my heart beats quickly.
Not because we are running.
Not because of the cold air stinging my lungs.
Only because our fingers are locked and that means we are…
Holding hands (falling in love?)
And my crooked grin gives it all away when you look at me,
It’s then we both know..
I have been owned…
Conquered…
Captured.
Whatever you want to call it or define it as.
My hand sweats profusely despite the chilly weather.
As we go screaming and laughing through the darkness of late night.
Tearing up yards and kicking down lawn ornaments.
And now forever this moment will stain this gentle heart.
And you can tease me but some of the most special moments are the cheesiest.
Adding up the worth… hold on let me start over.
I can only ask the simple things that require complicated answers..
That I will never get from you.
All that I ever was to you was a complication that has been learned to deal with and ignore.
Some days I pray for you to fall deaf, mute and dumb.
As this manic crap comes to me I will post.
Love...
Captain PirateFace...
Sailing the sea's of hell since 1980
and an official member of "The Goonie Squad"
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