shameless

waste of m$n€¥, waste of s p a c e

real? phoney?, smirking face :)

reality check, honey; you're easy to replace

shamelessly parading, trying to save face

y get me d and out

o get me o and out

u get me w and out

! get me n and out

one attempt at shooting the moon with a slingshot but no rock

and walking at snail's pace instead of racing the clock

i sit and wait for the penny to drop

s and w and l my m

i and a and o my i

t and i and s my n

, and t and e my d

you'd be singing in the sinking Titanic

putting iceberg on your cocktails

you'd roast marshmallows

on the fiery rubble of Rome

all i want to do is go home

" i w is t dream a

a i a is o dream g

l i n is . dream a

l i t is . dream i

" i ! is . dream n

i want out...

who needs a bass player anyway?

blast from the past

after this long hiatus (which will likely continue after this message) and with the start of 4th decade of my life looming in the not-so-distant future, i keep wondering where all the people i have met during my life (and somehow lost touch of in the process) are know and what they are doing.

i can't stop feeling that i am my own time capsule and that bits of my have been buried when i parted company with people that in little ways shaped the person i am today. luckily, there have been people that resurfaced after years of being absent and the old connection was still there, so i guess a blast from the past is an accurate expression.

i do wonder...