Musical Tastes...Or Lack Thereof

I don't usually post like this but I have something to say...

Schmoop just played Mmmm Bop on You Tube. And then she asks...

Schmoop: Matt, what do you want to hear?

Me: The Church...The Unguarded Moment.

Schmoop: Are you serious? The Church?

Me: Oh, this is coming from a woman who just played Hanson?

Yeah...this is my life...and we're both still laughing.

Cheers!!

Under The Milky Way

Hands…bloodied and chapped by the winter and a dry perspective,

each keystroke is struck with cracked hands and a sullied soul.

His heart adulterated by his cynicism and acrimony,

each letter is cast in hopes of finding a happier place.

A place that doesn’t exist.

And, with each tap on the keys and bilateral railing of his lungs, his breath of hope escapes him

Walden, Nirvana, and God Himself cease to exist.

How could they, after all…

He doesn’t know what those places and faces look like.

Nor do they know him.


He takes a deep drag on his cigarette, laughs at his self-pity, and

blows away his life;

and the typing never ends.

Cheers!!