2011 - Only the Strong Survive

When you're always chasing rainbows

and you might not know which way the wind blows

You say your lucky day is comin'

Until that day you're just slummin'

So you wait and you wait but the signal don't change
Watching TV daily there is no sign
You read your horoscope
But ahh, it would appear there is no hope

So what?
Who cares?
Gotta put a handle
on your fear
A man comes
And a man goes
And he always leaves alone

Only the strong survive
You better wake up from that fantasy
It's time to open your eyes
Don't be afraid to see what you might see

The years roll by and the boy feels cheated
He fights back hard, his youth's retreated
He lets his hair grow, gets a sports car
But he knows that won't go so far

It's too bad
It's real sad
You lost the best thing
You ever had
You had some hope
And you had the youth
But now you'll never
know the truth

Only the strong survive
You better wake up from that fantasy
I think it's time to open your eyes
Don't be afraid to see what you might see

Only the strong survive
Don't ever let it get you down
Oh, I can't sympathize
If you expect to stick around

So what?
Who cares?
Better put a handle
On your fear
A man comes
And a man goes
And he always leaves alone

Only the strong survive
You better wake up from that fantasy
I think it's time you opened your eyes
Don't be afraid to see what you might see

Only the strong survive
Don't ever let it get you down
I think it's time to open your eyes
If you expect to stick around

Only the strong survive
You better wake up from that fantasy
I think it's time that you opened your eyes
Don't be afraid to see what you might see

I'm not finished....

Christmas - To Suffer in Silence with a Broken Heart

As John Lennon wrote, "And so this is Christmas"... And that it is. Why have we allowed the birth of the Christ child to become another commercial excuse for everyone to judge everyone else on what material goods they have? Those that have plenty of money to spend worry most about getting the exact thing that whoever they're giving to desires. Those that have little or nothing, worry about how they will be perceived or whether or not they'll be able to nudge a month's bill to the next so that they can try and do a little something for those closest to them. Some wish for things that are entirely impossible to gain. Some cradle their broken hearts and wish the season over because of the pain it brings. Some say, "Damn it all to Hell", and silently endure the pain of the season at hand. They wander through the pain with their personal misery held close to their breast and pray to God that it all ends soon so their life can go back to it's quiet normalcy. That is who I truly wish I could help. I wish that because I know how that person feels. I know the pain that can't be taken away and I know that there is one good thing that Christmas does bring about for those people. It is the closeness of family and friends that honestly care and don't care about gifts or shopping or figgy fucking pudding. Look over your family and friends for this individual who shields his or her heart. They are the ones that need you more than anyone else. And they are the ones that will share their heart with you. Have a wonderful day with your families and friends. Remember our fighting men and women who are on foreign soil and are unable to be with us. Remember the policemen and firefighters who are away from their families to protect all of us. And remember what this day truly stands for. To my friends and family, I love you all...

Christmas is for Rich People and Idiots

Need I say anything more..?

"Got TA, got TA, got TA, got TA, got TA, got TA, got TA try a little tenderness!"

What a fantastic blues line... Got to try a little tenderness. I'm feeling sad because I see that in the turning of the world we've lost three people who were loved deeply by their families and friends. We said goodbye to "Aunt Louise", to Rob Schulte's sister and to the greatest hurricane expert that ever lived, Mr. Nash Roberts.

And in the end,

The love you take,

Is equal to the love you make...

Eye Never Know Where My Emotions Will End and the Pain Begins...

So there comes a time over the course of a day where I want to dig the eyeball out of my skull. Shocking, isn't it? It shouldn't be. Covered with a patch all day, it gets no fresh air and it gets pissed. Then it starts to itch, sting and hurt like there is an eyelash irritating the surface.

All this frustration
I can't meet all my desires
Strange conversation
Self-control has just expired
All an illusion
Only in my head you don't exist
Who are you fooling
Don't need a shrink but an exorcist


Show me the movie
Of who you are and where you're from
Born of frustration
Caught up in the webs you've spun
Where's the confusion
A vision of what life is like
Show me the movie
That doesn't deal in black and white


Stop stop talking about who's to blame
When all that counts is how to change
Stop stop talking about who's to blame
When all that counts is how to change


All this frustration
All this frustration
Who put brown owl eyes on a butterfly's wings
All this frustration
All this frustration
Who gave the leopards spots and taught the birds to sing?

Good evening, Ladies, Gentlemen & all ships at sea. What a revelation! What an incredible breakthrough! When I decided to take legal action against the mighty State Farm ("with 40 MILLION policyholders - more than GEICO and Progressive combined" -oh yeah who gives a flying fart?) I hired an old friend and attorney to take care of business. I thought I was in good shape with him doing the stomping. Well, K lost her meal ticket and things got tricky, pronto. I called my barrister and mentioned something we'd spoken about concerning an advance of legal awards to help me pay the bills. He wasn't set up for it, but assured me he would get me to someone who could.

Jump forward to the NEW guy. I was better lying off in the bed at LA Heart Hospital hallucinating over Dr. No and Pussy Galore's Flying Circus. NO COMMUNICATION! WEEKS ago, I met with his assistant and signed the contract where, I might add, the 40%-50% split was distinguished over all. I've asked several times about the advance, only to meet a solid wall. I've never spoken to him and am hanging in the breeze. And attorneys wonder why they are a pariah race of joked about and disrespected puzzle solvers that are perceived as thieves and charlatans. What the Hell!?

Which Way Does the Water Swirl?

It seems like forever since I've been able to write on this page. It is definitely difficult to do because of my eyes. It appears that things are spiraling out of control and I have no way to stop them from happening. First it was one disease; now it's another. When is it ever going to make up it's mind and just turn me loose? I'm so tired of being in it's grip...