Can you test me, taste me, feel me sinning as we speak. Can you hear me, know me, own me, leave me screaming for just a little drink. are you a flower from that tower in my dreams, are you that overwhelming rain drop of my mind.

Ohh you tarnished sword, the one I carried in the womb. Leaves me wounded and remembered by mother, every cut a reminder of what was comming soon. All that pain within me, could be just a moment in a day, but every day never leaves me, what can I do to give that tarnished sword away.

Crystal clear tanacity, ohh pretty friend, call and rewind the gun that never was, because, you never existed till tomorrow. and I am your imaginary soul.

I am that forgotton whisper, caller seeker, teacher father and forgotton friend. Where I go is yesterday and that is destroyed, tomorrow does not exist, all we have is today, now, in a moment of eternity, in that second, we, I you, are one with god, the real one.

The best cup of coffee; By Carl mcIntyre.

So there I was minding my own business, as though anyone would believe I had business to mind. But there I was!

I stood there, genatals gripped tightly, he asked me to let them go and I abliged, of course.

I decided as I stood tall, like a reed in the wind and flapped about listlessly, that I would do something unique. The people around me seemingly confounded as to how I could be so flexible. I flapped my feet upon the pavement to prove it was there, and away I flew.

Running like a raped turtle, I bounded over toy cars and pictures of buildings. My I did feel powerful, but was abruptly halted by the sudden appearance of a nineteen and a half foot tall gorilla, his name was angus and he had a pleaseing smile.

I announced, "Angus! Today they forgot to lock the windows! and I am free to flit about like a fairy hopped up on catnip!"

Angus smiled and said, "How much have you had to drink sir?" I replied with some gental ferver, "We should get together more often, You know, your wife makes a mean bacon and eggs!"

Angus was overjoyed to hear about his wife and took me home to my house in the stars, next to the place that serves those nice Humpback whale ribs and snake eggs.

When I awoke, I felt odd, my wife was crying and angus was having difficulty explaining why I was found in her dress and my daughters pink rubber boots.

But I'll tell you this much, that was still the best cup of coffee I have had in years!

I, as in me, and not the alter creature, the hiding artist who desires to break free of melencholy and strip away at the fabric of my sadly artisticly lonely existance, wants a change.

I need inspiration, a muse to play in my mind, to find a home there and give wing to my dreams and vicious nightmares.

Can I find in my friends this muse?

Will any of you give me a project to make me feel like an artist again?

Will someone save me from this life of just being a trades worker and offer up some artistic fun for me to tackle, please?

Yeh working again..

I am depressed.
pure and simple.
I never seem to be where I want to be in life.
now, I'm out of work for weeks, stuck at home, hunting for a job that
won't make me happy.
Life sucks.........
Maybe it will get better?