Rockin' Awesome to the max

Hey kids, im back in b-town for a few days.
Hanging outs??

uuuuuuuuuhm, i dont have much to say...i saw some old friends at Easton's Bonfire dealie and then i went bowling. (too much excitement??)

im off to bed now, i gotta work tomorrow. (-sigh- money is such a bitch...i dont really WANT it, but people keep expecting me to have it, and more importantly give it to them...whats up with that??)

Advice of the day: try living dead broke for a few months, its acctually really nice and alot of fun!

peace.love.happieness

A Fuzzy Yellow Scrap

Dear Father,
I'll be okay. I promise, I'll
be okay
Dad.
There is this bottle of
Jameson's in my hand, and
Dad
my sleep hasn't always been
soft pillows, satin sheets.
But,
you gave me this torch.
And its not so dark.
Dad-
I know, I know
Take care of myself.
My shoes may be
Ragged, rough,
stained with smoke.
My jacket had to be patched,
the other week.
That red? Right there
on the shoulder?
I think its blood
or maybe lipstick -
multicolored, multifaceted,
each shade smiling.
I would buy you some coffee,
Dad,
but
I think there is a hole in my pocket.
Or maybe that's just what
I tell myself-
Dad,
but you gave me this apple,
and im not so hungry.
My bed doesn't have,
Dad,
Ninja Turtle sheets, comic book
scattered bed spread. There is
no nightlight for you to
turn on
Dad.
My He-man sword is laying
dusty in the corner next
to a tattered, yellow, winnie-the-pooh Doc Martin.
And
your fists aren't firm
like tree trunks against
your hips, because
you found me on the roof again.
I can feel your fingers
grasping at thin air again
Dad.
I know you want them here,
except, im too big
Dad,
to climb your shoulders so
I can try to catch the clouds again
Dad.
But you gave me this jacket.
And its not so cold.

'Nuther lonely night with Cat

Another saturday night, and i ain't got nobody. I got some money cuz i just got paid, but how i wish i someone to talk to, Im in an awfull way.

oh Cat Stevens...Why do you rock so hard?

The Living Dead

Now-a-days,
the ways of relationships seem to
drip
plastic. Perfect
kenandbarbie faces reflect
but
eject
the notion of love. Of
this I think when
sitting, with drink,
glancing over my pre-nup.

Have paper and pens,
held by aloof hands attached
to business suits
replaced
hands on hands
and the hearts wild dances
and thoes lances of laughter?

Is this the age the absolute
takes root?
Calmly gives our souls the boot?
Or maybe this point is mute.

When you read this, or
hear this, ignore this, or
fear this, write dear, Mr. Girardot this--
throw your hands up and sneer at this
or just steer clear of this...

id hope at least
you kiss your significant other goodnight.


Chris Girardot
11/15/05

The shower of shame

Ugh...well, yeah.

i want to give everyone a hug.

peace.

The beginings of a poem

so heres what ive been workin on...tell me what you think...the masses that read this. :)

I.
Gumdrop parachutes must be
hallowed out with your teeth.
A delicious process, practically
euphoric. Except
for the gum cancer.
This is why Giants breath billows
out in noxious clouds
between
chipped yellow teeth.
And also why, way in the back
of their caves,
children are chained and crying. 'Cause
every Giant knows
children are an excellent source of gum drops.

II.
White stallions named Fury
and cloud, pound the ground carrying
knights to save the day.
Whipping back, Giant's heads
go groaning along as the lance drives home.
Tripping back, Giant's plummet with
gum drop parachutes
shaking their fists,
and smilimg knights pick up a well placed
pebble.
'Cause every knight knows
Children have good imaginations.

mmm i had a good sleep today.

and then i woke up and an inkcartridge was on my desk. (score!)

but

then i remembered i had mike order one for me, so it wasnt as cool anymore.

now im waiting around till Comp. Lit at 2...it might rain today. (i should go play in it)

peace.love.happiness.

Orange Fangdoons

So ali-ali showed me this hur blogy thingy...and i said neat-o gang and signed on up.

these are my thoughts right now:

.Midget Tobagoners

.Wizards with silly hats

.9:30 Classes

.Choco-Peanutbutter Pie ( MmmmMMmmmmM)

more later...

peace.