So the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it does not concern you, remember that when the least of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
sometimes at night
i watch the mice cross the kitchen floor
i used to think they came from the fireplace
but they come in under the pantry door
i get so close i can touch them all
on the nights i wait up for your call
the landlord asks if we’ve seen ‘em
she’ll set traps, but i just spring ‘em
my roommates say we should kill them all
but they’ll stay up with me
the nights you never call
on those nights you never call
2. “Tonight Was A Disaster”- I don’t believe he was talking about rowdy stadium crowds or busty, tan stalkers by any stretch of the imagination here. I have to believe that in the mind of a decidedly failed film major that all characters and situations are based on himself or humans that he admired but saw sickeningly flawed and base human characteristics that always got in the way of personal progress and happiness. This guy knows his demographic: dance parties, permiscuous sad people, and sweaters… I think they call them hipsters with bad internet connections and regional confinement to some weird place like Philadelphia… Yeah I said it: brotherly love is kind of homosexual in a Jesus styled execution of overt kindness
In the waning days of World War II, a man lies injured in a London hospital, shrouded in mystery and confusion. He is an American serviceman, stripped of his identity and memories, save for the name John, and plagued by vivid visions of battles that
Goldie's daughter Chili Pepper leaves the Flirting With Food TV show & moves to Portland Oregon as Executive Chef at a new restaurant. But there is a rash of murders, all in the Pettygrove mansion where she lives with roommates.
