totally unrelated but

filled with emptiness
one punch away from enlightenment

work hard all your life, it's a blessing my son to be poor
begrudge earthly wealth and you'll get your heaven reward
but tell me father, if i'm poor all my life, and die broke when i am old
what good will be the wealth where the streets are paved with gold?

a funny thing happened on the way to nirvana
tried hard to follow lau tzu but that cat's got a honda
he gotta double barreled carb with a four on th floor
he say "Truth is the Way"
then i don see his ass no more

hey! i'm givin it all i got
givin it one more shot
i'm givin it all i got
but i ain't got the cash, man.

tryin to make it to shangri-la man,
gotta rub the idol's tummy
then dig through the trash cans
but you don't need no money
cause lord, well it's bad for your soul
and if you want to go to heaven
well you know there is always a toll

so save up all you got man
give it just one more shot man
yes i'm given it all i got
but i ain't got the cash.

tired.now.need.rest

totally unrelated but

today i took down my bfa show. it's all over. i never had the time to take a picture, but a friend came and took a slide of it for me. but it's a friend that i rarely see, and when i do, he always forgets to bring what he promised to bring. it was nice to see the show on the wall, and it was a good egoboo to hear people say how nice it looked, but since i didn't putch (woah, typo. i made a new word. put+much=putch) since i didn't put much effort into the show itself, i feel like i cheated.

this keyboard has althzheimer's. it tries hard to be the hardware it once was but it has lapses, and forgets that i type letters sometimes. i have to keep going back to refresh it's memory. ("no, there is an "m" in the middle of "memory" as well.")

totally unrelated but

the postcard print xchange is up to 7 to 9 people (i am having a hard time counting as well) i'm going to start t up whn i get to twelve i think. it will be nice. a way to make small art when we move, and to keep in touch with my art friends. maybe i won't succumb to the bland horor of an office job as readily with a steady outlet. i'd hate to lose the creative freedom i have here at school.

totally unrelated but

i dreamed that mystery left me, and she was so cruel about it. she ran off with a man that looked suspiciously like snidely whiplash, the evil villain from the dudley doright cartoon. i was so sad that she was leaving, i promised that i'd do anything for her if she stayed, but she laughed and left anyhow. snidely in tow. when she left i cried until i rusted shut, and mice came to live in my hollow chest. eventually i fell apart into dust, but not before ages had past, while i sat foul, lonely and corrupt, rotting like entropy that is eating the world's soul. i realized upon waking, that not only is my wife very wonderful (she says she will never leave me, who would do the dishes?) but how fragile my happiness is. some buddhist's say "if you find buddha on the road, kill him" meaning, "don't find your inner peace in someone else." but that is what i have done. i love my wife desperately, and i need her to keep me centered-happy-sane. (to put chinmoy-esque hyphens on it.) i don't mind that my wife holds the key to my peace, that is how i want it to be.