I
got spring fever. I always get it. It's an evil thing to
feel this sickly, sullen and morose when spring's blush
softens the rest of yall's pathetic days and nights. Me,
I'm hot and cold at the same time. I got the blues. I've
got itches I can't scratch and nothing seems to come out
right.
See, I always get the feeling that I am left out of this
cycle of renewal. I don't deserve spring. I didn't work
hard enough all winter to experience fresh blossoming now.
I feel the need for catastrophic change, but I know full
well nothing will change; that we're all on a collision
course with the brick wall of success or failure and neither
is all its cracked up to be.
Don't
talk to me, for I am melancholy
And I already
know you have nothing to say
Yet you feel
compelled to say it any way
To fill up
time and space with your useless prattle
And we're required
to listen
and our lives
compromised
by your
miserable
small
talk
that is small
and miserable
and what do
I want you to say?
I want you
to be gay
a little lust
for life goes a long long way
but all you
got is centuries old chatter of who did wot todaye
and I care
not!
I care not!
I saye...
Humans. I respect them little. I push them away. Unless
it's for pay, then I let them stray close to my heart and
then they start to cheer me and endear me and I feel well
and love again.
So it's away for a few days. Or weeks.
I'll tell you about humans and hearts....most of us forget
in the dreary day to day that we have them. Only through
divine intervention are we forced to remember that they
pump gallons of blue red purple brown blood through our
squishy bodies that we drive harder than any automobile....
And it is the Stooges who remind me of my heart, and I doubt
they knew what the fuck they were doing. DIVINE. Intervention!
And when I see live Stoogey bands [witness Seattle's the
Gimmicks] with boys bathed in red white and blue
nicotine fog, the rhythm section's ponderousness pierces
my thought-it- was-hollow chest and finds the heart working
fine; heart communicates with my lower abdomen wherefrom
life allegedly springs, it twitches, my mouth waters, the
networks have been reestablished and suddenly I just wanna
suck cock! It's amazing. Brilliant. What they're talking
about when they the rock crit establISHment say primal.
And it frightens me to think that they know anything at
all about primal but I gotta give em more credit cuz maybe
they do and maybe if I were paid to love them and they loved
me back I really WOULD love them!!
And All We
Need Is Love. RIGHT?!
Viva
is on vacation for six weeks and is missing you all. [Which,
as you can see, is a very, very good thing. WTF?!? --Web
Ed]
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