Arrrrrgh

Why must you continue to talk in generalities but expect specifics. You must pick one or the other and your angry rampages will only hinder fixing the miscommunication. If you can find my blog you can read my thoughts but I really do not feel like letting you yell at me any more tonight.

Bummer

England is a bust and in flood the melancholy feelings of malaise.

The vinyl is torn, the imaginary picture gone
Behind it lies grey made up of black and white
It is the black and white that defines my world
That shapes my choices, that slowly strangles me
It strangles me with the memories of a rainbow
With the smells of a restaurant, the images of a glen
And the sounds of a protest that I am not a part of
It strangles me with the happiness that has withdrawn to a memory
An e-mail, a phone call and a snatch of weekend bliss that comes so rarely
I just want the past to continue into the present without the current compromises
I want everyone together, I want the courage to speak honestly
I want it back, I want it all back