How Can You Dance At A Time Like This?My doctor wants me on anti-depressants. I don't have the money for it.
I'll live.
~SmallChange
God's lips are apocalips.Newest
The Crying Of Great WhalesI used to cry before - great big pearls threading down my cheeks now I cry like a leak like a dripping faucetThe Crying Of Great Whales
I used to laugh before - submarine laughs, deep and echoing rising like the sparkles in Coke or skipping like skipping stones now I laugh like a starving fox a dying engine it reaches only as far as my nose with a mournful sound like the crackling of cellophane
I used to smile before - like a flash of light a reflection of sunlight in a window every smile a beginning an encouragement now I smile like a dying shark
by ~SmallChange
And Then It Started RainingAnd then it started raining large tremolo drops onto thirsty asphalt we were taking a walk in the sun and he had just turned and with the jaws of his words bit into my heart and chewed joylessly our loving conversations over the telephone crushed and smeared like bugs on a windshieldAnd Then It Started Raining
And then it started raining when I was alone in the house afterwards with nothing to remind me of him no smell, no positioning of chairs no strands of beard in the sink no residue of its scrub against my cheek
Then it started raining I had sprung aleak with everythin
by ~SmallChange
Never Should Have ChildrenI raised you like a flag wind and sand would drag you down I had no idea what to do with you you hit the water without a sound you broke my surface thoughts you struggled for my air I tried so much to love you but you caught me unawareNever Should Have Children
If there was hope between us a string of flesh and blood I hoisted you up with it to get you close to God I raised your crooked eyebrows as I told my heathen lies if there was hope between us it was a hope that died
I raised you like a sword the clouds were churning fast I tried so much to l
by ~SmallChange
Only Myself"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend." - J. R. R. TolkienOnly Myself
My uncle Yehud always said; "we look out for our own, and let everyone else look out for theirs". I can imagine what he must have meant by that, strange as it may seem, though the phrase doesn't sound as good as it used to. He was a fireman, a do-gooder in so many ways, but also selfish in others. I wanted to be a fireman as well, but he didn't want that for his only living relative. Instead he recommended me to the Mossad in '89, as he s
by ~SmallChange
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- Current Residence: In my protective blanket of fear
- Interests: RPGs, writing, drawing, reading
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Tom Waits, Radiohead, PJ Harvey
- Favourite artist: Håkon Gullvåg (Norwegian painter), Caravaggio
- Favourite poet or writer: Chuck Palahniuk, Allen Ginsberg, Neil Gaiman
- Favourite photographer: Dave McKean, Francis Meadow Sutcliffe
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Shell of choice: Nutshell
- Wallpaper of choice: Cracked and peeling
- Skin of choice: My own
- Favourite game: Unknown Armies
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo
- Favourite cartoon character: The Great Red Dragon
- Personal Quote: Just a little evil is just a little sexy.
- Tools of the Trade: Brain
- Website: http://gru-smallchange.blogspot.com/
- Email: grumejl@hotmail.com
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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
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