2006-10-15

I spent the weekend making out with the porcelain god. He smelled like toilet water and vomit. Not as enlightening as one would hope. Actually, I think I may have learned something. It's not a fun thing to learn though.
Another something I learned...
I can apparently play the guitar. I was not aware of this. I guess I can play a bongo pretty well too. I was also not aware of this. I don't know what gave me the urge to pick up these intruments on friday night but I did. I made two songs with paul. Don't ask me who he is exactly because I cannot remember for the life of me how we met these people and how we ended up playing the guitar and bongos until 6am in their apt. I'm thinking I should cut back on the beers.
I can play the bongo and the guitar. This is something new. This makes me happy.
I am positive when I purchase these two instruments I will surely find it just a fluke. I hope not.
Let us wait and see.
*enter crap poetry*

Theres that soul again
Sifting through the garbage
I see it every once in a while
Camping in halton hills
Driving on the 401
In the devils punchbowl
Stoneycreek
Theres that soul again
Blinking out the truths
Waving yellow flags against a white background
So easy to find
It just hurts the eyes to look

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vagabond of the mind
A trip to hell and back
The nice seat on the floor
Is a comfort zone now
The world around me
Stopped seeming so abrasive
and I sit right right beside him
Because he points me at the sky
we relay our feelings
Back and forth
Between time
Our bodies don’t exist
And our thoughts can’t find words
We are underground
the only light I have
is what shines from his soul
It gives me the strength
To embrace the dark
The patience to wait
And the friend to remind me
When to reach for the spark

*exit crap poetry stage left*

Katrina at 6:42 PM

2006-10-15

I spent the weekend making out with the porcelain god. He smelled like toilet water and vomit. Not as enlightening as one would hope. Actually, I think I may have learned something. It's not a fun thing to learn though.
Another something I learned...
I can apparently play the guitar. I was not aware of this. I guess I can play a bongo pretty well too. I was also not aware of this. I don't know what gave me the urge to pick up these intruments on friday night but I did. I made two songs with paul. Don't ask me who he is exactly because I cannot remember for the life of me how we met these people and how we ended up playing the guitar and bongos until 6am in their apt. I'm thinking I should cut back on the beers.
I can play the bongo and the guitar. This is something new. This makes me happy.
I am positive when I purchase these two instruments I will surely find it just a fluke. I hope not.
Let us wait and see.
*enter crap poetry*

Theres that soul again
Sifting through the garbage
I see it every once in a while
Camping in halton hills
Driving on the 401
In the devils punchbowl
Stoneycreek
Theres that soul again
Blinking out the truths
Waving yellow flags against a white background
So easy to find
It just hurts the eyes to look

------------------

vagabond of the mind
A trip to hell and back
The nice seat on the floor
Is a comfort zone now
The world around me
Stopped seeming so abrasive
and I sit right right beside him
Because he points me at the sky
we relay our feelings
Back and forth
Between time
Our bodies don’t exist
And our thoughts can’t find words
We are underground
the only light I have
is what shines from his soul
It gives me the strength
To embrace the dark
The patience to wait
And the friend to remind me
When to reach for the spark

*exit crap poetry stage left*

Katrina at 6:42 PM