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(no subject) [Feb. 13th, 2012|12:26 am]
.my name is distance.
You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say
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(no subject) [Feb. 4th, 2012|12:39 pm]
.my name is distance.
Wake, we will weigh and drink this cup.
We will burn, but we will not burn up.
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2010|07:33 pm]
.my name is distance.
I'm losing faith in humanity.

I should have lost faith in myself a long, long time ago...
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(no subject) [Apr. 7th, 2010|06:40 pm]
.my name is distance.
So I wrote this piece of music a few months ago and loved it, but I could never find the right lyrics for it. It appears as though I'm getting there...

Roll in like the tide, wind and rain
Walk along this beach as it swallows me whole
Our names in the sand, they wash away
I watched them wash away

I crash like a wave into a reef
But this sandbartender isn't serving me drinks
My demons are waiting for the surface to break
They wait for me to break

I'm breaking

Ride alone down the old dirt road
With the twilight sign that we never stole
And if we find a way we'll make it home
I've made peace with the things I'll never know

But if we take it back
We take it all away
And I'll take the good times
With the pain

(To be continued...)
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(no subject) [Apr. 2nd, 2010|08:52 am]
.my name is distance.
Eyes wide open, staring down a sign.
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No one here's fooling anyone.Everyone struggles inside and everyone has lied. [Mar. 14th, 2009|06:09 pm]
.my name is distance.
Tell the truth for once this time
Knowing we've been through it
Baby's eyes look just like mine
We've both been through it
Tell the truth for once this time
I didn't know how much you would take from me

Time moves faster today
Let's not speak of it
Some things you cannot mend
And I'm watching her sleep
And it's beautiful
Tell me when I won't be seeing you again

You didn't even ask me
If it was alright

Thank you Stephan [Feb. 20th, 2009|10:47 pm]
.my name is distance.
I think the ongoing fights we have with people we love, or can’t stop loving, are always about things we are ultimately missing in ourselves.
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2008|02:22 am]
.my name is distance.
What the fuck do you know?
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We hear what we want to. [Dec. 7th, 2008|12:05 pm]
.my name is distance.
Wake up screaming

Cigarette fingers they left a stain
Incriminating notes on a paper chain
Did you ever get the feeling that you've been cheated?
I wanna bust out and not be defeated

They're all strong bones they hold no water
Got the whiplash smile, this gets harder
Time has wound down and the weed's been cached
Because half measures are all half assed

How did we ever end up this way?
And I've gone numb in dissaray
Cultivating our ignorance
Didn't we have some standards once?

I hate you and your cowboys boots
We wanted clever but settled for stupid
You threw it all away so indiscreet
Like a bad boy break he's a drty little cheat

It's a shallow vicious state of mind
Like an angry chump getting dumped online
Gimme back my photos will you
You fucking whore I'll kill you

Don't believe a word
Just keep on breathing
Cause pretty soon that good King George
Will wake up screaming

Our soundtrack is a summer thing
Some don't even replace the stain
Rap stars brag about shooting each other
What ever happend to "Brother, brother?"

We like thugs when they attack
And we like crime when it's black on black
Isn't this you cruel hearted faker?
Isn't this more than you can take?

Don't believe a word
Just walk on by
Cause this moment will pass
And then we all, can all get high

Don't believe it
Just keep on breathing
Oh pretty soon, that good King George
Will wake up screaming

Round up all the big lynch pins
Oh yay for the bullies, they always win
All sensation makes no sense
You've got some insane confidence

I can't find myself, I can't change the station
In this corporate sell-out ill-bidding nation
Scandalize now with such ease
America gave me back my keys

The Senate blows, the solider squeeze
His trigger on fake enemies
We're on the road and all alone
When you come home, bring 'em home...
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I never got to treat George Carlin to lunch... [Jun. 25th, 2008|12:50 pm]
.my name is distance.
I hope this is what he would have told me about life:

I was in my mother's belly as she sat in the waiting room of the abortionist's office. Dr. Sunshine was his code name. I was fifty feet from the drainpipe, and she saw a painting on the wall that reminded her of her mother, who had recently died. She took that as a sign to have the baby. That's what I call luck.

My father drank and was a bully. For the first five years of my brother's life, my father beat him with a leather-heeled slipper. Had I been subjected to that kind of treatment, all bets are off. His absence saved my life.

My mother had great executive-secretarial jobs in the advertising business and raised two boys during the Second World War. She used to say, "I make a man's salary." That's heroism.

I'm sure Hitler was great with his family.

I don't like authority and regulation, and I do my best to disrespect it, but I do that for myself. It's self-expression only.

Sex without love has its place, and it's pretty cool, but when you have it hand in hand with deep commitment and respect and caring, it's nine thousand times better.

If it's morally wrong to kill anyone, then it's morally wrong to kill anyone. Period.

It's amazing to me that literacy isn't considered a right.

I was arrested for possession and cultivation of marijuana in the early '70s, and it was thrown out. The judge asked me how I felt about it, and I said, "I understand the law, and I want you to know I'll pay the fine, but I cannot guarantee I will not break this law again." He really chewed me out for that.

Censorship that comes from the outside assumes about people an inability to make reasoned choices.

The first thing they teach kids is that there's a God -- an invisible man in the sky who is watching what they do and who is displeased with some of it. There's no mystery why they start that with kids, because if you can get someone to believe that, you can add on anything you want.

I would die for the safety of the people I love.

I wish that we could measure how much the potential of the mind to expand has been stunted by television.

Because of my abuse of drugs, I neglected my business affairs and had large arrears with the IRS, and that took me eighteen to twenty years to dig out of. I did it honorably, and I don't begrudge them. I don't hate paying taxes, and I'm not angry at anyone, because I was complicit in it. But I'll tell you what it did for me: It made me a way better comedian. Because I had to stay out on the road and I couldn't pursue that movie career, which would have gone nowhere, and I became a really good comic and a really good writer.

I stopped voting when I stopped taking drugs. I believe both of those acts are closely related to delusional behavior.

There's no morality in business. It doesn't have a conscience. It has only the cash register. They'll sell you crappy things that you don't need, that don't work, that they won't stand behind. It's a glorified legal form of criminal behavior.

If everybody knew the truth about everybody else's thoughts, there would be way more murders.

There's nothing wrong with high taxes on high income.

Lenny Bruce opened all the doors, and people like Richard Pryor and I were able to walk through them.

Given the right reasons and the right two people, marriage is a wonderful way of experiencing your life.

I think that the assassinations of the Kennedys and Martin Luther King showed that all of the wishing and hoping and holding hands and humming and signing petitions and licking envelopes is a bit futile.

Blacks are deliberately kept down. Poor communities are deliberately underfunded.

I don't think people should get credit for being honest and brave. I think there's a lot of genetic sh** going on there.

Someday they'll find a gene for putting on your overcoat.

There's a pulse in New York, even on the quietest street, on the quietest day. It's full of potential.

If there's ever a golden age of mankind, it will not include men over two hundred pounds beating children who are less than one hundred pounds, and it will not include the deliberate killing of people in a formal setting.

I did something in a previous life that must have been spectacularly good, because I'm getting paid in this life just magnificently, more than one would dare imagine or hope for.
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