Saturday, October 30, 2010

A Shaved Paradise

They shaved paradise... and drew in a parking lot
around a mole and a scar, and a radiation hot spot.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They shaved paradise, and drew in a parking lot.

They've taken all the Eden's, put in an Eden museum
And charge all the people 13 dollars just to see them


Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone.
They shaved paradise, and drew in a parking lot.....

Late last night, they declared me insane
And a Big Yellow Taxi took away my brain.


Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They shaved paradise, and drew in a parking lot.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Like sands through the hourglass...I'm running out

I'm running out of new material to write about. There are only so many ways I can say cancer sucks. Basicsally, loss is the biggest suck factor: Loss of hair, loss of rights and privileges, loss of respect and self-confidence. Unless and until some of those things come back, we'll just consider these facts as read:

I know I have losses
I am mourning those losses
I don't particularly like being reminded of those losses.

I'll be back later.