Saturday, December 28, 2019

365 12/21

I Love My Mom

365 12/20

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright

365 12/19

Our problem is that people are obedient allover the world in the face of poverty and
starvation and stupidity, and war and cruelty.  Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves.. (and) the grand thieves are running the country

Thursday, December 26, 2019

365 12/15

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

365 12/14

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwing punches around
And preaching from my chair

365 12/13

You are a 

365 12/12

Thanks for a Greate Season

365 12/11

If you can walk away from a landing, it's a good landing.
If you use the airplane the next day, it's an outstanding landing. 

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

365 12/9

How am I feelin', better, I suppose
How am I lookin', I don't want the truth
What am I doin', I ain't in my youth
I'm past my prime, or was that just a pose?

365 12/8

As stars are born and die, the phenomena of suffering and love are projected 
onto Earth to play out in the seeming inconsequentiality of our human lives. 
We are the broken metaphors of a cosmos that is beyond
our comprehension.

365 12/7

Time goes by so quickly.
Sometimes everything seems so fleeting.

Friday, December 20, 2019

365 12/6

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor 
And every day the paperboy brings more

365 12/5

There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie.
Things you wouldn't understand.
Things you couldn't understand.
Things you shouldn't understand.

365 12/4

Hey, baby, do you come here often?
Would you like some wine?
Hey, mama, I'd like to talk to you about your moon sign

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Sunday, December 1, 2019

365 11/15

... So many people that we've loved and cared about are not here anymore,
but you carry them around inside you.
The older you get, the more your life becomes a quiet conversation with the dead.

365 11/14

So the price you pay for your freedom is struggle.

365 11/13

Keep me movin'
Over 50
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy