I'm sure you'll forgive me if I don't enthuse

you want that picture

  thinking of you while out for a ramble

  ink in the inkpot

  frozen warnings

  our paths, they’ll never cross, too bad

  let her dance

  you won't live to do it twice
  I'm like a sea diver who's lost in space

  day of the dead

  Sea of Cortez

  hate the living, love the dead

  San Ignacio

  on the deserts down in Mexico

  that I never have to live like you

  these are the words of a frontier man, who lost his love when he turned bad

  I call your name from the vestibule


  Soon is slipping away

  will the clouds carry my tears to you?

  they're planting stories in the press

  i need someone to take some joy in something i do

  she's my friend, don't wake her, she's asleep for sure

  outside over there

  where someone loved him best of all

  Austin Texas

  Neck Escaper

  The Goat

  Part 7

  Impossible Bouquet

  Theotis Beasley

  Altamont / No Age tour part 1, Part 2, Part 3

  a lady doesn't wander all over the room, and blow on some other guys dice

  all the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now

  she was workin' in a topless place, and I stopped in for a beer

  cross-armed at the Palms

  too many parties and too many pals will break your heart someday

  they sentenced me to twenty years of boredom

  I let you get to me

  how about thank you

  when it's November, I'll think of July

  I knew you well for a short spell

grant me chastity and continence, but not yet

  Venice Biennale

   the amazement of the wide open night on the sea surprised us

   Santa Margherita Ligure

   I used to be sort of blind, but now I can sort of see

   Andy Kessler

   will you ride the great white bird into heaven

   they said this town'll waste your time I guess they're right

   I dreamed it was a dream that you were gone

   I heard somewhere that they're stamping, trampling all upon you

   leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous

   people are leaving

   Dash Snow

   I came of age and found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar

   for the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold

   from the digital fountains to the analog mountains



   the deaf have pictures of you

   he's eyeing your stockings 

   how's your mood? how's that song?

   don't pick the prickly pear by the paw

   when we are inhuman

   how could they know just what this message means

   meet you at the statue in an hour

   evolution is a process too slow

   science will never love you like I do

   why not simply stay at home and criticize others for doing something

   if you could only stop your heart

   show me the way to shake a memory

   by Grand Central Station I sat down and wept

   just watch the show

   go ahead with your own life leave me alone

   the great and filthy tide of life

   its macho military might that will bring us together

   I'm gonna steal me a silver stallion, teach him he can trust me like a brother

   every artist needs a tragedy

   Is there difference between lives like ours?

   here should be my home

   beware your only friend

   now it's eight, I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue

   moving another time

   what's your dreams, your goals, ambitions and aims?

   once I was sure I had found my hero, and I allowed myself to think so

   the day we fell in love

   I turn the music down but I don't know why, this is my house

   self-inflicted aerial nostalgia

   Prince alone in the studio

   58 degrees but the humidity makes it feel like 72

   happy lovers at last united

there must be lights burning brighter somewhere