Some old grr.

you can sing loud all you like
even write the words you want
start drawing marvellous pictures
make yourself look elegant
but achuisle-ma-chroi my lovey-dove
you're just not Hollywood
if you say no to the agents
and don't screw them as you should
they don't care if you're a genius
it's not talent that they crave
but the beating-down of prodigies
so shut up and be brave
art for art's sake's great
but you're getting in the way
if you're not a starving artist
and expect that you'll draw pay

Some even older bizarre.

This was for Snova's character Ray. Because of Ray's goddamn evil turtle.

PLEASE KILL THE TURTLE

Every time I come to visit I can tell it's plotting my demise its eyes are
beady baleful glaring evil I am victimized it took me by surprise with
jealous hatred seething from its shell the shell that came from hell and
took a thousand screaming wretched souls in tow you know it wants me dead
it told me so it's plotting plotting my demise it's killing time until the
time you aren't home a vicious gnome upon the lawn next door in league
with it a comb a poisoned comb like in a fairytale just resting there upon
the bathroom sink it makes you think I'm going mad but I am not I swear
yo'll find me here one day just dead all on the floor a little castle from
its tank embedded neatly in my chest no rest it never sleeps it merely
sits there on its rock beside the water you put in its tank and thinks its
evil thoughts about destruction and oppression and obsession with my death
and every breath it takes is one more step to the demise it plots for me I
don't feel safe with it around it wants to kill me I can see it on its
little turtle face don't make a sound I can't confound its plans it's
plotting every time I come to see you I can feel it I can cut its hatred
with a knife or touch it when I'm in the room it's palpable and measured
or it's measureless a quark in motion I'm impressed by its compression all
that evil squashed into a shell the shell from hellthe devil's numbers
written carefully in ink that stands against the rain and never washing
off I tell you it's possessed with something that can never love it
festers wicked in the tank and eats its turtle food with no excuses and
it's plotting my demise and I can see it in its eyes so if you want me
still alive then you must kill the turtle kill it kill it make some turtle
soup and mount its shell upon the wall the shell from hell upon your wall
the turtle dead is all I'll ever ask of you you think it's something new
it's not it's been there since the dawn of thought so please just kill the
damn thing if you want me still alive you'll kill it now with no regrets
and you won't blame me for its death because if it gets me then it'll kill
you next and then we'll both be dead and I'll say that I told you so and
so to simplify this mess you'll kill it now you'll kill it now please kill
it now I need a vow that you will kill the goddamn turtle 'til it's dead.

Chibi Breaking Heart -- for Sei and Holmes

I'm not real, but if I were,
I'd be falling for this one guy here!
He'd be way too busy but I wouldn't learn
To see love standing right there next to me.
But then one day I'd see the light
After guy the second got into a fight
Because clearly anyone can see
That brains are stupid and it's brawn for me!

Who needs intellect when you've got claws?
Who needs brilliance when you've got no flaws?
Don't need deduction or mastery of arts
When you're so cool you can light your farts!
You gotta chibi chibi chibi breaking heart
You gotta chibi chibi chibi breaking heart, love
Reduced to a cartoon
And cryin' in the gloom
You gotta chibi chibi chibi breaking heart.

I'm tellin' you it's true enough
That you my boy ain't got the stuff
To keep me happy late at night
Or win my hand in a fair fight
Sure there was love and laughing, yeah
But he's the Terminator, man
So I'm so glad I gave up on you
The love of my life, my only true
I'm happy here with my Neanderthal Joe
So happy you will never know

Who needs intellect when you've got claws?
Who needs brilliance when you've got no flaws?
Don't need deduction or mastery of arts
When you're so cool you can light your farts!
You gotta chibi chibi chibi breaking heart
You gotta chibi chibi chibi breaking heart, love
Reduced to a cartoon
And cryin' in the gloom
You gotta chibi chibi chibi breaking heart.

(guitar solo)

I'm happy here with my Neanderthal Joe
So happy you will never know
Unless you also move...
To...
STEPFORD!

(feedback, fade)

Cripes.

"I Could Play You"

All about acting and you're two dimensional
Bakula could be you in the movie of your life
Your predictabilities are unintentional
Scripted, you are, as the uber-Summers Stryfe

(chorus)
I could play you
You're so two-dimensional
I could play you
You crazed archetype
I could play you
No one would notice
I could play you
And act out your life

'How about,' you say, 'we go to the cafe?'
But socializing ain't defined by clicking of tickers
To print rote responses you give each damn day
Oh god what I'd give just to piss off and bicker

(chorus)

And hey now if we went, perchance didn't talk
Beside talking all you do's get in firefights
I like the damn cafe, so sue me, I balk
At it being razed 'cause of punching out lights.

(chorus x2)

Hah.

The Goth Quiz, yeah. ( I win. )

magnetic poetry on kitty's fridge

the music's like a hot knife
a rock and road symphony in the sun
cooking most of the spring away
into alsummer day's lazy drive
with a languidly fast dream beat
never enormously drunk but frantic
a smooth and bitter honeyed stop
sweet rain taking the power weakly
an elaborately easy gift of death

(and then hers, from the side)

tiny storm black goddess
girl with shadow skin and peach fluff feet
whisper a moment
stare like winter diamond
then
fall
club
crush
and ache void head
you mad, mother?

grey

signal crawls over copper wire
slow through the grey morning
dreamy drifting in the clinging fog
untouched by fingers of fire
brilliant pallette preceded by washed ink
diamond, ash, and charcoal colors
owning the universe within city limits, then
the iron-fisted rule falls under the pink
all touched by tendrils of gold and rose
it sees that the outsides of telephone lines
grow to resemble their own insides
is this how sunrise goes?