Square One

Hello my good friend.
Its good and discouraging to see you again.
Peas in a pod, you and I
Growing old together.

And I hope you die before I do...

Remeber this Lori

You make me lean
You make me flushed
You left me frayed
My darling

You make me sway
You make me gush
You made me prey
Too much

Darlin

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Passengers (pt 1)

Unloosen a load here
Out of this
Inch of time

We’re livin’ a lie
And you called it
Out of spite
Well I’m undone here,
Just a look alike

And of all the signs
You could have called its
Right on time
Out of your hands
It stumbled
Into mine


~solo~

Since Its all fucked up anyway
This trail of woes
We’re walkin
Lets tally up our victims
And call it good.
Before they hit the ground


And that was just today
And that was just today

Pyroscription

Now lets conspire to dance at wildfires
To spite tragedies at the door
Such heavy hands are no threat to me
Acclimate to sounds of breaking

I throw myself from time to time
Blunt surgeries
Innocent
Yet you bleed
Seething between these fine lines
Can’t help but pull
Lynch pins towards the next explode

These sounds of living throes
Are sounds of living, thrown
These sounds of living
On the break, and my own

The conditions interred in
A case of skin, a cage of bone
Inertial bursts
Become entropic when left alone
That could be fine
But its lost on me
In deliberate moves
Of mental fists the let go lets go

These sounds of living throes
Are sounds of living, thrown
These sounds of living
On the break, and my own

Yea its all words above the fray
And I know in the end there’s nothing
But scraps that are snatched
Whilst breaking, throes

~Solo~

But this is it
We’re living in it
Down in it

Trash

I'm about finished giving everyone the benefit of the doubt. Fan the flames I've been trying to put out and watch the whole place burn to the ground. Cryptic accusations and blatant insults never did well by me. I'm tired of excusing the surface in favor of harvesting the gems below.

You just made yourself an enemy mother fucker.
And I can be one vindictive bitch.
Just ask anyone on your side of the street.

Go back to where you came from.
I hate this place too.
But that's all we have in common.

I broke it already

Ugh, I am the clumsiest person on Earth. I tripped over my brand spankin' new guitar and now the neck is crooked.

Son Of A Bitch.





But this is Awesome!

On a lighter note...

I went to SAM finally today.

I got through the Modern and Contemporary Section. Ill go back another day and finish the rest...it will probably take multiple days. But I saw another Donald Judd sculpture up close and finally understand why people like Georgia O'Keefe. And I saw some of the art from my favorite movement

And I farted on the man that was yelling at everyone. Yea, people shouldn't be touching the paintings, but he can walk up to them and speak with his inside voice. So I decided to help him leave that corner he seemed to be stuck in.

Waiting for Abatement

I've been super-emotional the last few days. And I know whats bothering me, but I have no one I want to discuss it with. This place has become over-filled with superficial acquaintances and self-entitled disaster survivors.

And I keep telling myself that it's just the scenery.
But its been like driving through Nebraska here.
A Never ending
Four-day Flatline.

And I know that sometimes I'm just as bad as everyone else, but God how I hate the self-righteous, after-school special speeches interrupting MY soap-opera soapbox. Christ, schmear the indignation somewhere else; though I'm sure you're convinced I deserve another full-frontal faceful of it-- Its up to my neck already. K?

If I were actually a hermit as opposed to the outcast it wouldn't make sense to call me only when you're drunk. And you might meet me for lunch when you're in my city on business. Or send me that invitation you insist got lost in the mail. Don't blame it on his mother...I know the family business same as the rest of us.

Its like you're dead already.
An old classmate I haven't seen in years
An event already in the past
Cigar burns at the end of a reel.

Greetings from the Armchair

This is my first blog. So howdy. I think this is the right spot as directed to me by Tom, our guitarist, so that I can post things that people may or may not want to read about the inner workings of the vocalists life as seen through me, Lori Neuro.

I feel like I ought to put more stuff in this first one...But, fuck it, Hunky Dory is playing loud and clear and I want to enjoy it before I get read the quiet down riot act by my neighbors.

This is Neuro signing off!

Ciao.