queen peacock in my flock

Annette Peacock, the name alone is formidable. And rightly so. for the past... god, four weeks shes kept me loosing weight from all he crying i do to her music. Its one of those "dude ive heard everything and nothing really touches my soul anymore" and you get slapped with so much pain and honesty, backed by true vertuosoes, that your knees buckle and the pressure behind our eyes in so increadible that tears burst from your face and you find yourself just crying in public. Becuase its hard to hurt and its hard to admit you have pain in your heart and Annette just tears you down, puts you on the ground and makes you feel all that shit you have bottled up. Dont feel bad abour crying. It makes you a better person; not havng that baggage.
just hurt baby. its ok. someones gonna stroke your hair till you go to sleep someday but annette peacocks transperency through lyrics and a psyco band of geniuses is going to deliver you to redemption as long as you can expose yourself to your own delema... wow. thanks lady. ive been crying to Im The One for days now and i feel a little better each day. love.

Post Island Jack

Well, my best friend in the universe, my cat Carl is dead. My relationship was also put to sleep in the same room, as my girlfriend couldnt tear herself from work to be there for her friends last moments. I got a new roommate and that has been an adjustment with all the tears and drama of my transitional period going on while he giggled at my sadness as he played video games. These things combined with my own natural tendencies have led to so many stupid decisions and near death experiences that I ran toward with arms out wide that I can only describe my state as "Post Island Jack".
On Lost, a show which is holding hands with Twin Peaks in the echelons of Televisions greatest ever, Jack, the leader of the survivors and perhaps most damaged of them all has a hard time dealing with life after he is rescued. Apparently he just wants to go back to the island, so he flies around trying to get into another crash as he self medicates with booze and drugs. With a big fat beard and death in his eyes, jack has nowhere to go, no one to go to and nothing to do but implode by himself.
But Jack is to smart and resourceful to destroy himself and he will rise again. In the same way Im just wandering through my life picking up the pieces i want and sweeping the parts that are damaged or hindered by the past into a cosmic rubbish bin. Though im terribly lonely and dont seem to want to treat my liver or lungs very well, I think by september im gonna be on fire. I have lots to be happy about. I just have to pick my ass up off the ground and walk towards my destiny. I need to re-understand myself after devoting my creative and emotional energies to a one sided relationship and fall back in love with ME. Find where my strengths are again and forget everything I ever knew about people and the world around me and just stay home and work on what im supposed to be working on; me and my art. MeArt.