…or is life plainly sick and cruel, instead?




“Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.” -David Byrne

haven’t had a dream in a long time…

at home he feels like a tourist

move’n on up…

johnny’s in the basement, mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement, thinking about the government The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off Says “He’s got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off” Look out kid, it’s somethin’ you did God knows when but you’re doin’ it again You better duck down the alley way, lookin’ for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap, in the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten

thirty minutes on the corner of fourth & market on a foggy san francisco afternoon…