Using the Lumberfile

 So she bought the ticket

 and got on the plane

 towing her boyfriend, viagra 60mg

 And they came to her Other boyfriends` home.

 Willing, salve all tested.

 Then he watched some

 then put his fingers where they would do the most good for her.

 The member moving in and out of her, drugs

 So that she knew that

 She was loved

 and had it all for herself.

 Not to give to anyone.

 Not the baby crying in the night

 or morning to suck without orgasm her tits.

 But the act become primitive

 and unconnected to any possible event

 Making her a god.

The Outsider

 Conversations in the night.

 10 different jobs every year.

 Towns and cities, stuff

 Women & sometimes men.

 Judged and abandoned, abortion

 Leaving some just the same.

 Filled with fear of dying in advance of destiny.

 Working for others to get a meager meal

 or scraping on my own to finish a deal.

 Forever, forever, forever Alone.

 I am the outsider,

 And my life is my own.

Digging to China

 I'm digging a hole here in North Carolina, herbal

 Seems I'm digging all the way to China.

 As much as I'm digging I might get there, sick

 before the War Starts.

 Diggin a Hole here in North Carolina, help

 I'm digging enough dirt to get to China.

 Making a big hole here.

 I ain't got much to fear…

Well I'm not stupid But I'm not famous.

 You won't be hearing me

 Before the coming Catastrophe.

I'm just Digging a Hole here In North Carolina.

 They'll be scared when I pop up in China.

 They made me a Yo Yo I'm taking with me.

 Up and down all around

 we never learn and we never forget.

 Slaves and servants, soldiers,

 05 as well be winter leaves.

 Every nation with a buck to bank at the top

 sends out their fearful, sells out to slavery

the ones they can.

 They've got buddies they do business with.

 Look up, look down,

 Pull the string on the Yo Yo

 and see what you are.

 I'm Digging a Hole here in North Carolina.

 Somewhere else they're digging a hole for me,

 not on the ground,

 but from offices that look down.

 They're still at the top of a falling tree.

 When I look up, I see it falling on me.

 I'm just Digging this hole.

 It's a real nice day.

 I'm just Digging this Hole In North Carolina.

Home

 What perfect man would there be

To turn the tide of history?

 Is it you?

 It's sure not me.

 Or if it is

I shirk the role

 Hide out beyond prying eyes

 Avoid all printed truths or lies

 Read the headlines while buying beer

 and turn away from all I fear.

 11/25/97