Smitten

I crawl into the depths of you
For I have no choice
I am in love
Smitten
There is no salvation for me
Save in you
I want to live in your hair forever
To sleep with your crotch
For the rest of my life
And your gestures
Those things you do, with hands and fingers
They enrapture me
I am a captive
Yours
For eternity
And I seek to kill the others
Those that are not you
Or me
In this embrace
They have no place
In my world

For I am alone in this trembling madness
In my obsession
You
I love like life, like breathe,
Like oxygen
And those strangers
The doormen, waiters, those passers on the street
They must remain
Strangers to my affliction
Even the moon
In her eternal majesty
Must not know your beauty
She must not shine upon you
Or I shall rise up
From this world
Or from another
And I shall destroy the very fabric of the cosmos

What I Love

When you slide your nails across my skin
The smell of shampoo lingering in your hair
And on the pillow
What I love
Is how we can not hug
Because
The arms and back
Lead to lips and faces
Hips and wiasts
Need
Is what we are to each other
What we feel and know
The only place we want to go
Is satisfaction
Together
Forever (maybe)
But for now we comfort, we soothe, we love
Each other
And the only place we feel at home
Is in each others arms
What I love
Is our way of understanding
The pain that life has brought to each of us
So we commune
In misery
But never neglect
Because we are each others salvation
A cross
Yes a cross I shall tatoo across my broad back
But not for the salvation of the world
Instead because I want to be your rock
And so it is
That you are mine

Hey Soul Sister - Train

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you blow my mind
Your sweet moving
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind

Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Heeey heeeey heeeey

Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind le me
You gave my life direction
A game show love connection, we can't deny
I'm so obsessed
My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna
And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind

Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Well you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I cant be
I want the world to see you'll be with me

Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight
Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight
Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)
Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)

Dr. Dr.

I stopped into a 24 hour emergency clinic on the way home from work today. I liked the fact that it was open 24 hours. The thing that caught my attention though, was the fact they identified themselves as an “emergency” clinic. After they took my vital signs, the visit with the physician went something like this:

“What seems to be the problem Sir?”

“I’m sad.”

“You are sad? Do you mean that you are depressed?”

“No you fucking retard, I just said that I was having a heart attack.”

“Sir, I will advise you to watch your language. I want to mention as well that you did not tell you me you were having a heart attack. You said that you were sad. Besides, your vital signs are normal.”

“Oh.”

I am not normally so rude, not so often this juevenille in my rapport with people. The Dr seemed understanding. At least he would give me the benefit of the doubt.

“Well, why don’t you tell me a little more about your problem.”

“I think I broke up with the wrong girl, and now I miss her.”

“Do you love her her?” the Dr asked, a small smile appearing on his face.

“I don’t know, I just miss her.”

“Do you love the new girl, the one you are with now?” He was really probing, matters of the heart are funny, so I guess he wanted to issue a precise diagnosis.

“She says that loves me and that she can’t stop thinking about me, plus she’s fine.”

“Young man, I am a medical Dr and this is an emergency clinic. You are giving me vague answers and it’s possible that you are having psychological problems, maybe I can refer you to.... “

“La la la la la la la!” I had my hands over my ears. I careened my face forwards, with my eyes wide, making exaggerated motions with my lips.

He remained calm, still smiling he said “There is a psychologist in the adjacent building. Perhaps a visit with him might prove more...”

“LA LA LA LA LA LA!” I had interrupted him again. Same expressions and gestures, but louder now. This time he laughed. Laughing was good, better than calling the authorities on me.

“What exactly do you want me to do for you?” The Dr asked.

“Do you sell dolls?”

“I beg you pardon? Do we sell, dolls?” This time he looked legitimately confused.

“Yes, I would like a doll. She needs to be about 5' 1", cute figure, big smile... And she MUST have long black wavy hair.”

“What would you like this doll to say?” He was really humoring me now, as if he hadn’t been all along.

“She can say alternately, ‘Whatever!’ and ‘Jackie Rocks!’ but she MUST be able to say ‘Eat My Shorts!’ ”

Cheesy Heavy Metal Love Ballad

Flowers With Dinner

Here's to J and D!