medazzaland
Oh Meddazzaland, Medazzaland
I have a problem they said they could solve
Soon I won't speak I have no words left in me
I dream in pictures but the sound is muted
I have no way to understand what they say into Medazzaland
People are starting to talk but I don't hear them anymore
Now I can't see but I'm still able to think
Do I have any feeling left what are they saying about me
Do they really understand what's wrong I feel their hands on my skin
The time has come for them to begin I'm sinking deeper and deeper into Medazzaland
I can feel the scalpul on my skin it's cutting in deeper and deeper
I'm in Medazzaland, oh Medazzaland

hey, i'm trying to be in the halloween spirit.

Halloween is upon us
The weekend brought along with it a fit of boredom so I made myself a gourd-o-lantern. Well I didn't actually make it as much as I saved him from being discarded. The reason for this is because one of my deviant nephews chomped off part or smashed it on the floor. I am not sure which, but the chomping would be a funnier sight to see. Imagine biting in expecting something tasty and getting a mouthful of gourd. So this brings my over-active mind into the mix. I see it just sitting there ready to be thrown out and I wanted to do something for the little guy. So I grab a trusy knife and begin my operatoin to save the life of this injured gord. I cut deep and swift. After emptying it out and putting in his face I set myself to get a birthday candle, a piece of gum and a creamer packet. I wanted to use clay instead of all that, but there was no clay to be found anywhere. I construct my little monster and stand back to admire it.
It is good.

seventeen seconds
Time slips away
And the light begins to fade
And everything is quiet now
Feeling is gone
And the picture disappears
And everything is cold now
The dream had to end
The wish never came true
And the girl
Starts to sing
Seventeen seconds
A measure of life
Seventeen seconds
<-the cure->

nwo - black and orange

October 22 and Jon
Today is just a typical Wednesday in October. Nothing is planned today but to go through the normal routine of classes and work that needs to be done. However, for my brother Jon it is not just a typical boring day undistinguishable from other days. Today is a day that affects his life and more importantly the lives of his children and wife. He is off to serve our country as a TAC-P "somewhere" on the globe. Jon will not be back for months and will definitely have a new impression of the world when he returns. Consequently I know that because of volunteers like him serving in the military it allows the rest of us to hold on to our selective service cards with the knowledge it probably will never be used. As a result we are able to go about and do what we always do, normal routines on a boring normal day. Jon, keep safe!

it involves a man named bob