My apathy is growing
Generation X is moaning
in the fucking sorrow,
yea, the fucking morrow of bone

What of tomorrow?
I can only focus on the sorrow
The negative, the holes, the bone
The rules of life carved to stone
Have lost all meaning in my home

Pent up aggression inside
Take it all in stride
I forgive so damn easy
These fucking girls are sleazy
I forgive them all the same

In the end I'm no different
I'm no darling, just indifferent

My Grade List of Wines

*This is an ongoing process. Grades are liable to change as I try more wines.

My Grade Scale:
A= Awesome, a must try!
R= Recommendable, a very good wine.
M= Mediocre, only buy if cheap.
B= Bad, do not buy!


Gascon - Malbec -2010
Grade: A

Apothic Red - Blend - 2009
Grade: A

Black Mountain - Merlot - 2009
Grade: M

Pure Intentions

In the shine of a TV
A room occupied by people I love
I felt a connection
A simple touch on the leg

A smile so endearing and lovely
It hurts my fucking heart in retrospection
A kiss that was never earned
Left an unforgettable impression on me

A face so innocent
Belonged to an experienced mind
A young and calculating lady
No, she was no damsel in distress

The needless hurting of my heart
Made me into a bitter soul
Pure intentions don't mean a thing
In reality,
My reality,
They don't mean a thing

Homage

In time of worry
The world
Puts forth problems of life again,
Green grass dies
And flowers lower their heads,
And over all of this country
The terror spreads
Of life,
Of life,
OF LIFE! (For death is one in the same!)

In time of gray rain
The flies
Lift their slimy wings
To catch a dead mans cry,
And trees put forth
No leaves at all
In sorrow beneath the sky
As down the dirt road
Passing boys and girls
Go screaming, too,
In time of gray rain
When winter
And death
Are repeated