Gotta keep with the beat

Strengh. So long little man, I'm off. Later Gator. All I need is myself, my own body, my mind. With those things I can figure out everything, where I'm going. Right? I'm not so sure, but that's what understand so far. Yeah I know things aren't so simple...but why not?

the implacable sadness of growing up and screwing up

If I could've kept it up, maybe I would've made it. I can hear them: "Fucked up pretty badly didn'tcha? So sad, so sad. Oh well, off with the fuck-ups like the lot of 'em". Hell, maybe I had no chance from the start. Maybe I was meant to be a fuck-up. I'm not completely fucked, I still have a couple of things that are useful. Maybe I can just die. That'd be awesome:"Hello Mr. Power, bad news first? You have a tumor in the left side of your brain. Yes... that explains the acute pain. Doesn't explain your lack of skill, though. Good news is that you still retain most of your motor skills; I guess we got ourselves a new janitor!"

i'm sorry to have let you down...

OK so I haven't called you since I got your number. Sorry. You just didn't seem that interested. We were supposed to go on a date? Somehow, you changed. Gotta keep with the beat, love...if we're going 6/8, can't have you working on 4/4, eh? We're live baby, keep the beat...heartbeat, lifebeat, lovebeat.

inexistence is very tempting

Caught myself thinking for the first time: Gosh, wouldn't it be nice not to exist? I used to scared shitless of what I perceived pre-existence, a black void. The first time I actually stopped to think about life and death, existence, I thought about death without an afterlife. At death, our body returns to dust, and our soul -our conscience- goes to the black void of inexistence. Kinda weird eh? Endlessly swimming in a void of anti-existence. Even as a child, I questionned that inexistence. Anybody figure out why God doesn't exist? Between Him, my conscience and the void, I was a little perplexed as to why people are infatuated with the idea of not having a soul, not believing in God or life after death. Now I think I understand a little: people like the void because it's so damn comforting.

I went to get a pack of cigs for my bro this morning. I was walking near some old traintracks, and there were weeds growing all over the place. Forgotten, this traintrack is the remnant of old prosperity. As I looked at the sea-gulls, fat ones who probably didn't give a crap if they ever saw the ocean.

Canari

It started slowly. Like the light drumming of a summer rain on a low ceiling, a reassuring caress. A whole new meaning to be feelin' lucky. What words we say will never change us, mon amour and kissing you is breathing new life in my heart; I can't stop . I die with your eyes, entwined in an eternal vine of lust.

"Do you like canaries?"
"The little yellow birds? They're the honey of lost isles."
"Sing, then."

What love we may have will never change us, my love, et t'embrasser me rempli d'une peine délicieuse. Delicious pain, le plaisir langoureux de ta présence.

Chante, charmante traîtresse des îles perdues.