Jim  Morrison's Curse

He was too pure. He was too honest.
The world was not ready for his vision.
He was not a saint but he was always true to himself.
Truth is so dangerous. Truth is scary.
Most people cower before truth.
Most people choose to hide the truth in the shadows.
But Jim Morrison brought the darkness to light.

Yeah he was good looking.
Maybe that was his curse.
Maybe that made him feel invincible.
Maybe that made him believe he was a deity.
Maybe that made him feel he could do no wrong.
We all wanted to worship the lizard king!

But the lizard king was vulnerable.
Because he thought the world was ready for the truth.
But the world was far from ready for the truth.
The world shuns the truth.
The world likes pretense.
The world likes illusion.
The world was not ready for Jim Morrison.
Sadly..

Muse

You are my reason for living.
You keep on giving.
You are my destiny and my history.
You are the truth that is a mystery.
I know I make no sense.
But I am heavily blessed.

There is a winding way that winds away
But where it is going I cannot say.
But the destination is where I am heading.
I am ready for my ultimate companion.
I never tire of treading and treading.
Because she is what my soul is demanding.

Right now is the future not the past.
I know that it is meant to last.
The direction is in the cards.
That I cannot discard.
I am certain that I grok.
My soulmate is a lock.

Addiction takes many forms (listen to the Fall)

Addiction takes many forms.
Not just drugs and alcohol.
Not just food and sex.
Some people are addicted to ideas.
Some people are addicted to the truth.
(We're really fucking rare).

I'm addicted to this one band (insert addiction here).
I have to play them all the time.
They have become a kind of parasite.
Or I have become a zombie.
I am a helpless vessel through which the Fall flows.
They burrow into my crevices.
They won't let me go.

I have to hear the Fall often.
I have to hear the Fall and it's a problem.
I have to hear the Fall and everything's alright.
I am in bliss when I am free to not choose
To listen to the Fall.
Listen to the Fall!

Lament for the B-side

Lament for the B-side.
B-sides were often songs left off the album.
They sometimes out-shined album tracks.
Or at least added new definition to an artist's work.

What is an album?
Oh right, people don't pay for music anymore.
People used to pay for music.
And a lot of people made money
Except for the artist.
Maybe times haven't changed so much.

But the B-side symbolized freedom.
The B-side took chances.
Does music still take chances?
B-sides allowed for mistakes.
God I miss the B-side!

Garage land

When they were struggling,
They loved each other like brothers.
Each individual mind, body, soul as one.
They were a collective, complex organism.
They were ready to take on the world.


When they made it, ego interfered.
Each one thought he would be better off without the others.
The others were just riding on his coattails.
He was the one with true talent.
The band was nothing without him.

If only they had stayed modestly successful.
If only they had not lost their ideals.
If only success did not poison everything good.
If only they had just stayed in the garage all night.

The fart sniffer chronicles part 2

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Fart sniffing became a necessity for society to survive in the year 4999. The population of earth was so great that the very air could not withstand more pressure. The ozone layer was a thin sheet of tissue paper so fragile that even little farts (by this I do not mean the silent but violent but merely farts of no consequence, certainly not milk farts, or bean farts either, I mean just run of the mill farts) could cause the earth to become uninhabitable. The learned scientists conducted tests and determined that farts were threatening life on earth in the worse way imaginable and something had to be done.

The government wanted to make fart sniffing mandatory of course. It was the teeming billions and trillions that made fart sniffing a necessity and the government as usual felt it best to put the burden of fart sniffing on the tax payers. But there was a public outcry as you can imagine. People resented being made to sniff farts. Government's job was to take the burden off the workers, not the other way around. Surely, the government could protect the citizens of the United States and the rest of the people of Earth for that matter from the dangers of farts.

In the end, it came down to matters of equity and fairness as do most issues when you really think about it. There were various factions with a variety of viewpoints. Skinny people didn't feel they should have to smell fat people's farts, for instance. Vegetarians didn't feel they should have to smell meat-eaters' farts. There was so much division as to how to handle the threat of extinction caused by the bloated populace's farts.

Even though Republicans and Democrats were in agreement that farts were a menace to society and even could cause  the extinction of the citizens of Earth (agreeing as they never had about global warming, for instance), they just could not figure a way to tackle the problem. As is sometimes the case with government, when they could not seem to solve anything on their own, they resorted to the public sector.

Big business stepped in to save the Earth from extinction by flatulence. Corporations bailed out the government by spending billions of dollars on research. They tested human beings like lab rats to determine if there were some constitutions that could stomach farts more than others. Into this improbable world stepped our unlikely hero, Oswald J. Quifflebottom.