*I AM YOU Gratefully Dead: Experiencing Through Community,  Communication, and Celebration I want to travel back fifty years to the parking lot of a Grateful Dead show; sitting in my light blue lawn chair with flowers adorned in my hair, I would be enjoying the best years of my life, living on tye-dye, vitamin c,… Continue reading Grateful to be dead →

Loafe with me on the grass,Loosen the stop from your throat.This too shall pass,For all is remote,Yet, The Dead lay ahead,One deep, all alone,"Remember to stay fed,"Said the little girl,Who was corrupt to the bone

I use to be a sucker for loveBut I'm alright nowAin't nothin important to me except codeine over ice nowI use to be a one woman manBut I can't see myself with a wife nowFuck tryin to please a muthafuka who can't be pleasedI'm livin my life now takin time outTo smell tha rosesLivin life… Continue reading I am right 0% of the time →

Her to himis me to you.Him to me,I suppose we are through 

I do not feelI do not seeI picture you,as you forget me

It's hard to be happy,when all you see is ocean.It goes on forever, and I just stay here, once.

I'm picking all the flowers up off of my face,I'm scheduling my appointment with death,So, remember to save the date

I'll dye my hair black and run around the room, Head full of optimism, but all my hope leads to doom, I'm all dark, in the corner, alone in some random room

I metone to rememberand in wake of that, Let us remember to not forget