upload : 2007_04_01 2007_03_24 I woke up felt like letting the world feel the umph of the wondrous wailing I had been collecting like dirt underneath my pillow, or my heart, or my feet. met Bob in space. liberation is a drop of a musical note on the tip of a tortured tongue. Lick it. Sing my name. let it disappear like sugar in your spinning coffee. I'll sing yours and forget it the moment it leaves my lips, so that you won't have to feel the burden of my coming. or leaving. smile like country vibration. move it. coconuts falling on your ceramic skull and you have no choice but to dance. and feel your ass hit the ground like the umph of my wondrous waking up. entries contact