you don't have to be a turtle 2

where are you, baby?
waiting up for your no-good man
don't you think maybe
it's his turn to understand 
he pulls the same shit
time and time again
you gotta learn, darlin'
not to let him back in
I know it don't feel good
I know it ain't no fun
but you gotta look out
for number one

you don't have to be a turtle
but you need a shell
to protect you from
rejection
you know, love's the highest hurdle
so respect yourself
take care of your heart

big easy chair 2

a big easy chair 
is all I want
take out food
from a Thai restaurant 
maybe I'll try
something new
maybe the same old same old
pad see ew
leftovers in the frigidaire
sleep in my big easy chair

What the fuck is all this crap doing here?

What a summer this has been, man. The hits just keep on coming! The fuckin' heat wave is finally over and I've become obsessed with cleaning my apartment. And I mean cleaning.

That sounds like it could be a good thing, farmboy.

Oh, it is. This place, man, I'm just one step away from being one of those hoarders, you know? I see all this trash -- ibags and bags if it, those large 30-gallon trash bags -- and I think What the fuck is all this crap doing here?

But you're cleaning it all up, farmboy. That's great, because it sounds like it could be overwhelming.

It has been, I'll tell you that. It's one of the worst things about living with myself. I mean, it's like I never learned how to clean up. 

But that's changing...

Shit, man, I'm fuckin' changing, too. I sure hope it's for the better.

big easy chair

a big easy chair
is all I need
with a bottle of wine
and a bowlful of weed
potato chips
pizza with extra cheese
and a huge HD 
flat screen TV
sit down in my underwear
in my big easy chair

other people's houses 2

I look in other people's faces
when they're not watching
right into their eyes
I catch them unaware
hoping to catch a tiny
hint of human kindness
I imagine that they're peaceful
and nobody is scared
and nobody is scared

other people's houses

I look in other people's houses
I gaze into their living rooms
when nobody is watching
and imagine who lives there
I imagine happy families
with moms and dads and children
all living in perfect harmony
and nobody is scared
and nobody is scared

Damn, man, I got sick

Hey, man, I'm dragging.

Good to see you, farmboy, haven't seen you for a little while. So why are you dragging?

Damn, man, I got sick. I don't know what caused it.

What is "it?"

Mostly nausea. It's stomach things, which are increasing. I should probably go see my doctor about it. I should also start limiting my coffee drinking.

That's a good place to start. Then you can stop eating fried foods...

I don't eat much fried foods.

How about the stress in your life?

Stress? Me?

If there's anybody I know with too much stress, it's you, farmboy.

Everybody I know has too much stress. 

I'm just thinking that maybe you should do something about it.

Oh, man, I know I should. I'm working on it. I've been doing that deep breathing for quite a while now, and that helps.

Now that you mention it, that's when it all started, when I was going out to catch the bus and it was early and I was afraid I was gonna miss it. Then I lost my transfer and had to use another bus ticket and then I performed and that's always stressful.

So you may have a point: too much stress.

I just thought I'd mention it to you, farmboy.

I'm glad you did.