fishes

I once was privy to witness two men standing over a body. That body, as everybody, was mostly fluff and stuff, and possibly a tetherball. During discussion I met a gangster, of the new york mob type persuasion, who took the time of his busy day to teach me of the fishes. 

  "Sleep with the fishes?"  impossible you say. because there are no such thing as fishes, or witches. I beg to differ as to the first party. fish, you say, is already plural. but then there are types and means and sizes. what of multiple groups of type and means and sizes? phish? nay dear dorsal, fishes. fishes in the sea. fishes in the pond. fishes in the bag outside your door, or inside... fishes, dear fishes, brave fishes, may you ever swim free.

who the devil are you?

there are days when you let the little stuff get to you. it's odd because you do your best to manage the big stuff. and you handle it, put it to one side and say I can't change it, but then someone comes by and breaks your egg and you want to wrestle them to the ground and choke them till they tap out.

it's good not to act on those feelings. 

They Call 'Em Rogues

wish for one more day, to give love.  much wasted? spoke but never thought what it might mean. so thoughtless. so careless. so frustrated. so lost.  but the sun rises dear. a hope's lost's prayer for hope. find your way. let me tell you something. you won't be able to love others if you don't love yourself. but you'll never love yourself if you don't start loving others.  

straight out and to the point I'm sick of this. I don't want to be in your business anymore. yeah, you, chuck, chucks sister, and the kids down at the pool. I don't want to ask what you don't want to tell. And you, fredericks, don't you go telling me what's not yours. It's like stealing someone else's jam. What are you doing up in their cupboard anyway. Get out of there. but I've been looking for some cups lately too, so who am I to talk? Well the point was that I'm not to talk. the point is that it's my fault, and I'm done with it. If the sun is rising for you today, then it can rise for me too...can't it?
at the end of roads, traveling fast and alone. still just another punk who's gotta learn to grow up.