Friday, January 23, 2009

You can Laugh at the End

On the edge of the frayed ends 
Is a fancy ritual like a dance of madmen
They know that the shaking 
Won’t save them
But if you are going to be getting 
A set of bloody knuckles
Bring it all on like a song

I couldn’t say what this unsure feeling
Was born from
It takes a while feeling fallible  
To see it as just the way we live
I want to laugh in the hollows
Getting the rigid manic 
To just shut the hell up! 


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Off topic here but -- I have a sister in Hali who hangs with artsy eloquent people, I bet you've run across each other at some time, she works at Aveda and I think you're young like her. Do you know a really pretty girl named Maggie?

January 23, 2009 at 6:43 PM  
Blogger Helena said...

Is someone trying to hook you up with her sister?? Lovely photos but her behind is a little bit over the edge I think. ;-)

January 29, 2009 at 6:49 AM  
Blogger Rex Venom said...

jGrrl - Maggie at Aveda (on Spring Garden, right?)...hmmm..
No. I don't know her. But now I will have to wander by, you know, while in the area.
Helena - I hope! hahah!
Yeah. I had thought I was past these kinds of posts. But sometimes I get these moods...heehee
Rock on!

January 29, 2009 at 7:21 AM  

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