Ya hide. From everyone and you. It’s gonna hafta do. You’ve learned it through and through. But if it’s what you’ve gotta do, Maybe try it with less boo hoo. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Archive for November, 2015
Things too small For you to see Are directing you right now. Some direct good and some Direct you bad. The invisible’s in play, Y’all. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Lawdy wanted ten percent. Not one, not five, not eight. And he’d like his ten percent before You swing on ’em pearly gates. Now breathin’… haw! At’s quite a gig! Who’da ever thought The sheep’d shuck for air? C’mon man, holy frig! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Once a year This old guy comes Aknockin’ at my door. Says I know we spoke Last year my son And now we speak Once more. Says when we spoke You lived in hope and I’ve come to see if you’re still there. Said to the old beggar That was then and This here’s now. […]
Shit doesn’t matter. Choose either slit it’s fine. You’re a particle you waver You’re making up this time. Make a bunchofit if you want. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Your gauges are wonky They don’t measure shit. Even if they could What would they do with it? The glove don’t fit. You won’t equit. You won’t quit. This is it…! PULL UP! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Trying hard ain’t the answer. Working your fingers to the bone. Ain’t you got any hidden skills? A skill or two you could hone? You ain’t doing this alone. Like doglass sans it’s bone. Better reach ’em on your phone Let ’em know you ain’t been shown The real way to get home. At’s what […]
You’re behind in your bills. There’s no talk of frills. Life has no thrills ‘Cept dodging shills Who try to drain your will. Drain it just until Your ball wants you to go home. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Ya this thing is bigger’n you. You’re fixing to fix the end. But the end you’ll fix is the beginning of A challenge you don’t comprehend. These are clues you’re gathering up. They so quickly fill your cup Which runneth over just enough To blind you with a bluff A bluff so filled with guff […]
Oh high! Okay don’t say hi. A person don’t know why They bother say high. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Slam into that wall. This wall in front of you. If only you’d stay in step you Wouldn’t even know about the goddamn wall. But no. The wall, the wall. It’s the goddamn wall for you! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Gee this not now. Mean holy cow! Ain’t good and how. Easy to foul. Eagle not owl. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You’re on your own. Dammit you’ve known. You cannot hone Your skills alone You need this clone To come un doan. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You’re on the road. You’re on your way. Last thing you need At least today Is trouble. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You don’t smile Cause if you do Missus Frown Make a foola you. At won’t do. Too close to The real you. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Workin’ pass ten. Ain’t gettin’ paid. Can’t stop now. Too afraid. To fail at somein’ ats loved. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
It was this. This was that. From here she don’t Know where she’s at. That’s her map. In her lap Soakin’ up them tears. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Lance Armstrong is a winner. Lance Armstrong at his best. If you don’t do like Armstrong does You finish with the rest. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Think for a minute and If you can’t then Asso be thy Name. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Damn I wish I hadn’t said that. Shoulda said this… If I wasn’t such an arsehole I wouldn’t enjoy the kiss Of death. It’s breath…! Jumpin’ Jesus Christ! Its breath! It breathes! Puff’n on that kay oh dee. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Throw life your curve. Boomerang’s back. Live on top Or in the crack. No life don’t care It’s got your back. Long as you can manage your front. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You dork you. Did, you dork. You pushed that button You looked that look You say you gave more Than you took. But that ain’t true Just look at you. Mayor ‘a Dorksville. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
So many damn words. So many ways to hear them. The endless pictures painted by them Fill the whole bloody canvas. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Ya buddy did shit to himself. Didn’t know it was him Couldn’t find the slim Chance it could all be just him Doing shit. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Oh you act the same my friend. As my friend the day before. And because you act this way my friend, If I ever need to settle a score, I could lie in wait for you my friend. On a path you choose once more. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
This will change your mind. You will find You can’t unwind Until you’ve climbed Every frame combined On purpose, To make you sing. Thank you, friend. Barry out .
Ach, this thing that comes over me. Daze as black as hell. Don’t like the taste or feeling too Be dead I might as well. It’s deep and thick It fills my lungs No smiling only cry. I don’t want it Why me now? Fruitlessly I try. To connect. I can’t. No call gets through. […]
Something fell into an alligator. Resting on it’s snout and Ali ate ‘er. There was something there. Something right there. Something right there, Now it’s gone… Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Some live fast. They burst in boisterously Then they flash. They’ll take you with ’em. You can leave right now. Only thing you can’t ask Is why or how. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Culture is not my friend, Terrence said. (Terrence was parta my culture…) Andy’s right. Like he said. Culture’s nobody’s friend. It doesn’t need’em! Thank you, friend. Barry out.