tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54690162011-04-21T21:26:52.217-07:00LOVEFURYThe Bitter Tyrannical Soul of Tiberius FuriosoTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1070642247765357652003-12-05T08:37:00.000-08:002003-12-05T08:42:42.233-08:00Tiberius changes his template and loses all his links.
My Blogger template was screwed and I couldn't seem to fix it, what looked okay in a Mac browser never seemed to translate to browsers for PC's. I got so fed up I changed the template. Everything translated over except my links. I'll put them back up as soon as I can. In the mean time, here's some that shouldn't be missed.
Fiona Spirited Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1068489908616901642003-11-10T10:44:00.000-08:002003-11-10T11:49:41.360-08:00 Do you support Rush?
Old news, right? Who cares? People who make money off of Limbaugh that's who. I've been receiving emails lately from a right wing organization called Newsmax.com that is doing a survey on Rush Limbaugh. Here are the questions.
1) Do you support Rush Limbaugh?
I support Rush
I don't support Rush
2) Do you believe Rush's comments about football quarterback Donovan McNabbTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1066930967764567372003-10-23T10:42:00.000-07:002003-10-23T10:44:37.010-07:00Tiberius is awakened by what he feared might be a rat squeezing its way underneath his door and scrounging around in the potato chip bag that he left on the floor. But it was only his neighbor.
I woke up this morning to a strange sound. The rustling of paper being shoved underneath my door. Mind you, I live in a small studio apartment and there are no rooms or hallways or walls that separate myTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1065483071295979362003-10-06T16:31:00.000-07:002003-10-07T10:23:42.066-07:00Will someone please explain?
Does anyone really believe that Arnold's mentality has changed since his sword wielding Conan days? Doesn't anyone remember his answer to what is good in life? If you Californians have forgotten, let Tiberius remind you.
Question to Conan
Conan, what is great in life?
Conan
"Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women!"
Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1065475053524016842003-10-06T14:17:00.000-07:002003-10-06T14:26:29.750-07:00Tiberius gives up Comments!
I took my comments off for now because I was getting some that I didn't want to deal with. There was some really cool shit and then some that freaked the hell out of me. Plus I feel bad about ads. I don’t want people clicking on a comment link and getting an ad. That sucks. What an insulting drag! I also don't like having to manage the damn things. Tiberius doesn't Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1065197448708657452003-10-03T09:09:00.000-07:002003-10-03T09:13:50.210-07:00LoveFury Template screw up!
Thanks to Nick at Lavation for emailing me that my blog template was screwed up. It's a Mac/PC browser thing. I'm trying to fix it. I lost some links as well including F*** Everything! which I am sorry for because it rocks. Please email Tiberius if his template looks screwy.
Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1064941777389426122003-09-30T10:09:00.000-07:002003-09-30T10:09:37.390-07:00 Elia Kazan (R.I.P.)
Tiberius Furioso loves many of Kazan's flicks. Although, after watching the PBS documentary, "Miller, Kazan, and the Blacklast: None Without Sin", I won't be able to watch "On The Waterfront" in the same way anymore. The dude ripped off an original screenplay by Miller called "The Hook" and the movie ended up being a personal validation of his turncoat mentality with the Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1062806367650670762003-09-05T16:59:00.000-07:002003-09-05T17:00:12.483-07:00Thanks for the feedback
I've recieved more comments from blabbing about movies than anything else on this blog.
Special thanks to Rob for correcting me on the lens thing for Barry Lyndon. That's what I get for talking out of my ass. I also noticed I put the wrong year. It should be 1975 not 1957. I fixed it. So I started a new blog "Glazed Donuts" just for the movie stuff and I'm going to leave Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1062109904261878782003-08-28T15:31:00.000-07:002003-09-05T16:50:16.390-07:00Kubrick Isn't Cold!
Down below I commented on Stanley Kubrick's "Killer's Kiss" and how many critics call his work "cold". Wouldn't you know it, going to the library on my lunch break (hoping to see my lonely librarian-- who probably isn't as lonely as I think) I get this book called "Scene By Scene" a collection of movie scenes that are broken down by the actors that were in them. One of the Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1062092298748714482003-08-28T10:38:00.000-07:002003-08-28T10:51:05.510-07:00 Videos Tiberius Recently Checked Out From The Library
This system is rated by glazed donuts.
The Bad and The Beautiful (1952)
Dir. Vincente Minnelli
Not so loosely based on the life and times of David (Gone With The Wind) O. Selznick. This is told "Citizen Cane" meets "All About Eve" meets "Sunset Blvd." style. It's a bit melodramtic and silly at times but the cast keeps it honest, with Kirk Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1062020150753126302003-08-27T14:35:00.000-07:002003-08-27T16:52:19.450-07:00Tiberius Furioso's
Movies You Must see!
This system is rated by glazed donuts.
I've come up with a small list of movies that are fit for our times and can help those who are confused about our government, the Bushies, the war in Iraq and the "War on Terror". If war is terror, how the hell can we have a war on it?
ON DVD
Wag The Dog (1997)
Dir. Barry Levinson
I'm all for liberating who ever the Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1062014218292528372003-08-27T12:56:00.000-07:002003-08-27T13:12:44.116-07:00
MoviesTiberius Furioso has seen recently.
This system is rated by glazed donuts. And I ain't talking about that lame ass Krispy Kreme crap!
IN THEATERS
Open Range
Dir. Kevin Costner
A western made for punks. I haven't been this pissed off watching a movie since I saw "Panic Room".
Dirty Pretty Things -
Dir. Stephen Frears
The Brits know how to make thrillers. This is the Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1061935913382065672003-08-26T15:11:00.000-07:002003-08-26T15:11:53.426-07:00IT AINT WORTH IT!The Associated PressWhy are the non combative deaths less significant than the combative ones? Anyone who's read the Pentagon Papers will tell you that you can't trust the Pentagon when it comes to the numbers. They'll say anything to make it look less disastrous than it is.Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1061929272546965182003-08-26T13:21:00.000-07:002003-08-26T13:41:55.220-07:00They Still Have Hare Krishna's?
Not being a religious man I try to avoid all those who would put their spiritual beliefs onto me. But it takes some special maneuvering to get by the Hare Krishna. You cannot let them shake your hand. They have the strength of WWF behemoth and the will power of a telemarketer. The key is the handshake. They extend the hand out to you and say, "Hi!" It's a simple Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1061925128224718612003-08-26T12:12:00.000-07:002003-08-26T12:16:05.526-07:00I think I've found the angriest blog on the planet. Tell it like it is MoFo.Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1061847793639456152003-08-25T14:43:00.000-07:002003-08-25T14:46:17.383-07:00I haven't read any of Franken's books but I always liked his SNL stuff. Fox's crybaby lawsuit and now withdrawl, shows them for the wimp ass punks that they really are.Salon.com News | Fox News drops lawsuit against Al Franken Does this "Blog This" thing really work?Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1061841511327705632003-08-25T12:58:00.000-07:002003-08-25T12:58:31.233-07:00Old Man Nearly Breaks His Back, Trying To Be Rock Star!
At 36 years old I still have fantasy's about being a rock star. Some buddy's and I got together and shot a music video. All I did was complain all day about the heat and not getting the shots I wanted and all to the two man crew who were donating their time to me free of charge. As one of them so mildly put it, "I gave up my Lalapalooza Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1061840799341132172003-08-25T12:46:00.000-07:002003-08-25T12:47:12.460-07:00Diabolical Fiends!
"Speed bill squeezes past at 70 mph!" "FBI affidavit alleges imam bankrolled plot!" "Dams, fish can coexist, Bush says!" "Senators’ change-ups strike out stadium bill!" These were the front page headlines that were on my hometown paper Saturday afternoon. Mind you three British soldiers had been killed in Iraq and according to NPR, two U.S. soldiers had also been killed the Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1060884197107038922003-08-14T11:03:00.000-07:002003-08-14T11:07:49.410-07:00The Night Drivers
Rain light glass mirrored in almost infant eyes that watch the following moon and the flying clouds. Mother and Father, the Night Drivers, obligingly kidnapping a little one's request for the dark of a moving womb. Silhouetted against passing lights, waves of wire and poles made of crosses, the travelers roll on streets of water, as if floating on a river. We are the time Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1060731830137668532003-08-12T16:43:00.001-07:002003-08-12T19:27:17.130-07:00Egg Sandwich 3:00 AM
She cooked me an egg sandwich at around 3:00 Am
The restaurant had closed down like an old drunken friend
She kept her back to me as she scraped the hot grill
Yes, the way it made her ass shake gave me a thrill
The grease filled the damp café as thick as a summer night
It felt like bloody, teeth grinding right before a fistfight
She threw a, 'How are you doin?' over her Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1060722934006858082003-08-12T14:15:00.000-07:002003-08-12T14:15:34.053-07:00The Librarian
Follow me back into the time my love
Around, underneath, behind and above
Where legs and arms and lips have gone
Beneath the wanting fire of an old son
Her awkward, distant and silent, frayed grace
Compliments a lonely, shy, humble face
Desires the smell, and feel and salty taste
Of the loving time and thrill of its waste
Imagine the long, tongue kiss in the rain
The one that Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1060712764722969462003-08-12T11:26:00.000-07:002003-08-12T11:31:23.836-07:00KICK ASS CHICKS
1927 Women's basketball team.
Tiberius's lonely librarian could play on this team.
Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1060708476678272882003-08-12T10:14:00.000-07:002003-08-12T10:21:31.850-07:00I'm Thinking About Falling In Love With a Librarian
"One of us! One of us!" That's the line in the movie "Freaks" that the carnies chant to their horrified guest of honor, welcoming her into their brood of freaks. Lately I've turned into a public library carnie. The library is a good thing, it's a great thing, it also always has freaked me out. Library's remind me of churches. They are like Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1060465944229618382003-08-09T14:52:00.000-07:002003-08-11T10:10:53.286-07:00The Heart Monitor Returned
I turned in the heart monitor Friday afternoon. I didn't wear the thing the last week i was supposed to wear it because it was too much of a pain in the ass. I never heard from the doctor from any of the transmissions that I called in. The last recording I did on the thing was by accident from pressing the record button in my sleep. Sleeping with this damn thing was aTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1059759168911342502003-08-01T10:32:00.000-07:002003-08-01T10:34:14.260-07:00We Need To Talk
And so it's not enough
to have a beds warmth
to lay with their skin
to declare dreams to the world
to have a simple meal
to have just enough
to know we can't afford it
to have more than most
to know how things smell
to know how they feel
to get there on time
to welcome them home
to gently touch their arm
to fight off embarrassment
to stand by a woman
to achieve an artistic ideaTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1059694695075683762003-07-31T16:38:00.000-07:002003-07-31T16:39:00.320-07:00Forgotten
Believe me forever. I wanted none of your ambition that always needs to be constantly achieving the dreadful desires of the minds of others. I was making love to the dreams of the stung and unwanted before the anger in your heart ran hatefully away from the father and bride. A hateful time, is it not? What have you written, what have you got? You believe you've achieved what others Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1059419075254127972003-07-28T12:04:00.000-07:002003-07-28T12:29:07.763-07:00Piano
Regretful sounds rise from dream's memory
Though little live's wish not to remember
The shame and heart of the music's glory
As ghost hands play forever and ever
From the muscles that made all the strange tones
Elegant phrasing with hard pounding chords
To the earth and its worms and hard scorched bones
Mixed with the long bitter past of harsh words
We continue to sing the song of pain
Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058913165856918612003-07-22T15:32:00.000-07:002003-07-22T15:46:04.556-07:00Anger's Answer
There is no choice in the will of anger
It shows no mercy nor gives no reason
Its touch, like that of a prowling stranger
An untrusting thieve's poisoness treason
We do not want to hold back its desire
Watch as it dances with high burning flames
Around the blood, time and pain of its fire
Singing the song of the lost and insane
How long can one hide from a werewolf's pride?
Or Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058818481004350212003-07-21T13:14:00.000-07:002003-07-21T13:23:36.030-07:00 Love’s Choice
Love’s bitter knife in our beaten worn back
It’s dull, rusty blade is violent and cold
Our guilty past as its point of attack
Starts at the end where our story is told
It gouges deep trenches in fragile skin
Shelter for soldiers sent off to the war
The long wounds are marked with crime and with sin
Peace wants no blood but Bayonet wants more
It cannot forgive nor hold regretTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058660455997045922003-07-19T17:20:00.000-07:002003-07-22T16:35:50.483-07:00I Can't Find A Love Supreme!
It is a damndable thing when one cannot find a classic album such as John Coltrane's "A Love Supreme. I am not a religious man and I know he dedicated his record to God, but fuck it, it is awsome! For the past several months I've had to sell several books and CD's and DVD's to make ends meet. It has been heartbreaking to let go of Hendrix and Van Morrison and The Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058546847997192972003-07-18T09:47:00.000-07:002003-07-18T09:59:52.260-07:00The Old Man and His Hound
The Hound has no conscious, remember? It has never been enough to write, say or think good words because the hound's stomach growls too often, because it is always hungry. Now is a time where a politician stands in the eyes the Hound on how tough he is on "terror". The kind of tough where we go to war with no justification. The kind of tough where we prosecute withoutTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058474054517276132003-07-17T13:34:00.000-07:002003-07-17T13:34:14.566-07:00Whispers and Kisses
False lines are breathing from a bleeding mouth
Holding secrets down with shame loving lust
Killing tongues suffer, twist, stab and drown
The foolish fate of our friend’s loving trust
Lay with silent air that's shackled to the bed
Sucking in the smoke that dances with red wine
Laughing at the lame and the sorrow of the dead
As we run out of guilty pity time
One more kiss Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058398796621091712003-07-16T16:39:00.000-07:002003-07-16T16:40:42.953-07:00We Are 1984
We want what we want of what we dream that we got. It's like believing that one stopped a war that had raged on for over twenty years because of marching in the streets and the little brown millions that bled to death, in the mud and the tunnels, didn't have much to do with any of it. What it is, is a very strange, romantic, nightmare's dream. I got mine sucker, go get yours! How Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058285208113979632003-07-15T09:06:00.000-07:002003-07-15T09:06:48.126-07:00The Heart Monitor - Week One
It will be a full week tomorrow that I have been wearing the heart monitor. I think everyone should have to wear one of these things to make sure that our hearts are okay. You know what I mean? I wonder what it is like to try and make love with a heart monitor on? I've certainly found out what it's like to jack off with one on. Not bad!
I called in my first heartTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1058211572495095502003-07-14T12:39:00.000-07:002003-07-15T08:29:30.250-07:00Born To Be Fifty-Three
He was born in 1927
At the height of the beginning
in the heart of the depression.
As a child
with a mixed mother
but no sisters or brothers
a musician father's
notes and tones
Remember whatever
mother was strong
Beautiful but young
worshiped god
man and son
A child must dance
With the rest
Of the band
Shaking their ass
Hips and hands
So easily taken
In the back
Of a vanTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057949515390564372003-07-11T11:51:00.000-07:002003-07-11T11:53:49.026-07:00Smoke
Once more love, through the cold of the dinner with the friends who
despise me because I'm old and bitter. They're afraid I'll take you with me, down to the places of hate and anger that I drag like a bag with me like a liar and beggar. They don't understand you the way that I do, how you stay awake at night and smoke and drink with sound of the blues. They of course blame it all on meTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057938995461314872003-07-11T08:56:00.000-07:002003-07-11T08:58:58.916-07:00Roof
The roof looked out to the universe, far away like her smile of that was inviting all lies to be the most welcome. I felt safe sitting next to the rings of the smoke that rise from the mouth of a pinup child. She held the days back that want nothing more than my complete destruction. All I needed were the sides of my view to see the long legs of a hot burning god. Yes, a god that knew allTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057848541152940932003-07-10T07:49:00.000-07:002003-07-10T07:50:35.510-07:00Sing
Sing to me again my love as we drink to the last of the light of the melting wax and its eyes like knives that cut the air of our lives. Take pity on this old bed that has protected more than one lover from the coming and unforgiving mornings of countless worlds of tall, dark, blonde and hopeful memories lost in a parents journey. We often try to look the god of want in her eye as we lay Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057794561923722942003-07-09T16:49:00.000-07:002003-07-09T16:49:21.963-07:00 The Promise
Drinking like fiends, the wine of the sinner, getting drunk off the vines and the roots of the earth. We have traveled far past the sun, past the hot, fire, barrel, of its smoking gun. You were the youngest one of the three, standing and never letting go of her hand. The Mother's face is never seen, only the worn, frayed, saturated color of her dress. We eat and drink tonight in Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057776008691040272003-07-09T11:40:00.000-07:002003-07-09T12:52:09.650-07:00 Heart Monitor HorrorScope
I received my heart monitor today. I wear it for a month.How it works is: If
what they callan "Event" occurs, (this would be the same event I experienced a
week ago where I thought I was having a heart attack, but was probably a
panic attack,) then I press the "record button"on the heart monitor and this
records my heart. Then what I do is phone in the Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057692811094754182003-07-08T12:33:00.000-07:002003-07-08T12:36:49.953-07:00 My Horoscope
Aries
You may feel somewhat dissociated today, as if you're watching yourself from a distance. This discontinuity between mind and body can be disconcerting, but it can also be a fascinating exercise if you attempt to see yourself as others see you. You are feeling fragile, though, and the least show of opposition, particularly if it comes from someone you don't much like, could Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057620749490393042003-07-07T16:32:00.000-07:002003-07-10T09:09:10.123-07:00I Will Survive!
The three day weekend was great for my heart. For some reason this year the 4th wasn't the usual obnoxious, banter of college kids across the way drinking until all hours of the morning. Yes, I'm a grumpy old guy. However, late Sunday night the same feeling that overwhelmed me earlier in the week began to creep over my body. The uncontrollable feeling of losing complete control ofTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057256009436192192003-07-03T11:13:00.000-07:002003-07-07T10:29:39.676-07:00 I’m tired of being your whore
Tiberius,
I’m leaving you. I’m tired of being your whore. I had to pack up and leave my own place because I knew you wouldn’t. You would start your pimp act and we’d fuck and then in the morning, there you would be, sitting at the kitchen table bitching about the morning news and why the world is fucked up. And then of course you’d blame it all on me. I Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057245147329464482003-07-03T08:12:00.000-07:002003-07-07T15:07:29.696-07:00Where are your shoes?
You sat out in his car for fourty five minutes. The windows
steamed up, but I could see the shadow of your head moving up and
down. How is it that we can fully understand the damndable pathetic mess
of it all and yet convince ourselves that everything is all right? It’s not
like that. We’re not like that.
So you got out of his car and walked up to the house.
"Where Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057210863951736712003-07-02T22:41:00.000-07:002003-07-02T22:42:20.073-07:00F*** the 4th of July!"As if dealing with a potentially life threatening ailment isn't enough, the neighbors have started getting their rocks off by setting off fireworks, two days ahead of the lamest Holiday that this country has. The only people we set free during the "American Revolution" were those dudes wearing those fucked up white powder wigs. We didn't want freedom for the African Slave orTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057186581362323182003-07-02T15:56:00.000-07:002003-07-02T16:20:01.340-07:00Broken Hearted
So I went and saw the doctor about what I thought was
a heart attack and everyone is pretty sure it was an anxiety
attack, but to make sure they're going to have me where
a heart monitor. Now my doctor said it would be for a week,
when the lady called and left a message for me to contact
her to make an appointment, she said I'd be wearing the
thing for a month. This means I can'tTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1057047223011902032003-07-01T01:13:00.000-07:002003-07-01T20:51:29.330-07:00Panic Attack II
I had what I discovered (to my personal pleasure)
a physical panic attack. The symptoms can be mistaken for a
heart attack. So there I was at work, my heart beginning to
race, my hands sweating and shaking, and my breathing
becoming labored. I was sure that I was going to die. And
what was I thinking? "I don't want anyone to see what I have
on my computer!" That's it. My Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056733215764406822003-06-27T10:00:00.000-07:002003-06-30T08:07:18.926-07:00The Lover
Join me in a drink my love.
sour as spite hot as a gun
the lack of light
on your face is calling
the days of youth
wanting and falling
no excuses
for our angry end
as we drink to lust
hate and revenge
the children who believe
they have grown old
will leave the insulted
in the waste of the road
Her coat holds her warmly
in the dark of Autumn,
like a star from the thirtiesTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056650950768757132003-06-26T11:09:00.000-07:002003-06-30T08:19:07.536-07:00Cheap Wine
I remember midnight, cheap wine and smoke.
All hearts were drunk, bent over and broke.
Fury, screaming, curses, twisted-sick with love.
Rolling flesh around us, below and above.
Need a few dollars to drink us some more.
Scrounging up pennies grabbed off the floor.
$2.96, $2.97, $ 2.98, $2.99
Just enough for the night, its dream and
cheap wine
Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056580322289624592003-06-25T15:32:00.000-07:002003-06-30T08:32:56.083-07:00I Lied Again To My Woman Last Night
When I got home last night my woman demanded to know where I had been. It went something like this.
My Woman:
Where have you been?
Tiberius:
What?
My Woman:
Where have you been?
Tiberius:
I was out making love.
My Woman:
With who?
Tiberius:
It doesn't matter.
My Woman:
I demand to know who with!
Tiberius:
With "Whom" my dear, with "Whom".
My Woman:
WITH "WHOM!Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056567127708931742003-06-25T11:52:00.000-07:002003-06-30T08:22:57.370-07:00I'm Sorry But I'm In Love With Your Wife
Dear Martin,
I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it. I'm sorry, but I'm in love with your wife. I can't take my mind off of her. At first I thought Carol was being nice. (You don't mind if I call her "Carol", do you?) Over the past several months I've felt a certain "Vibe" coming from her. Looks and smiles of lost dreams and melancholy.Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056556057942802172003-06-25T08:47:00.000-07:002003-06-30T08:39:20.220-07:00SoulSong
The soul song sang on the worn turntable
It was old and warped and scratched and barely able
to sing the notes that were pressed in its skin
years ago when we where naked and without crime or sin
These things are simple minded but thoughts have not changed
a man's obsessive want and destructive rage
Talk is cheap and boring my sweet,
as we lay down and die in complete defeat
We Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056493340188421882003-06-24T15:22:00.000-07:002003-06-24T15:22:20.166-07:00
The first thing I think about when I get to work is lunch. What will I get for lunch? I don't want to have to walk too far to get lunch, or wait in line too long. I really like the "King Burrito" but they don't speak English very well and sometimes they get your order wrong, and sometimes they don't give you the right change. But I still love it. The food is simple, big and fattening. ITiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056483835001858482003-06-24T12:43:00.000-07:002003-06-25T16:13:30.953-07:00Bonnie & Clyde
It is too late, too late to call me a friend
I have fallen and fallen and fallen again
I am nourished by the pain and anguish in your face
as it tears without mercy, with anger and grace
feed off the sound of the blood in your veins
like the earth is fed by the sun and the rains
Yes I followed you that night
when you grabbed the hand of another
the angry revenge Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056383327061589982003-06-23T08:48:00.000-07:002003-06-23T11:46:19.850-07:00
Single Male, 156 years old, of mixed heritage, seeks pretty pink portable picnick player to put his pitiful pouty lips on.
Here are 42 things you should know about me before you call.
1. I live in a nightmare's dream.
2. It is impossible to remain sane.
3. I have no idea what it is that I'm trying to achieve.
4. I only have the lame deluded dreams of a fool to hang onto.
5. Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1056383124243128962003-06-23T08:45:00.000-07:002003-06-26T12:29:54.910-07:00Panic Attack!
Had a panic attack last night at the age of 36
As I stood in the darkness like a coward’s kiss.
Friends try to help in the most honest of ways
With jealousy, pity, and love and hate
Their hearts are in the right place but in the wrong time
As they offer the drunk more drink and more wine
The people formed in crowds like swarms of bees
Knowing only how to buzz and Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1055368979516872842003-06-11T15:02:00.000-07:002003-06-24T15:29:09.586-07:00
You drove as I lured you to the beach
where small creatures drew blood from your feet
you showed me the marks with the enthusiasm of a child finding a treat
‘see what you’ve done now my new friend
you make flesh bleed break back and bend
but you where not mad
indeed you seemed pleased
with the way the day had begun
as we sat in the sand unprotected from the sun
then side by side Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1055361111089178032003-06-11T12:51:00.000-07:002003-06-23T12:04:50.990-07:00
We must act now for our time has run out
Take me between your legs as your hips twist and shout
As clever hands search and sneak about
fingers stroke and probe the wanting mouth
burnt ashes attracts us and drowns in oceans of lust
spring comes again and pours rain on aged dust
shadows trail through dreams of wicked laughter
don't fake it but make it honest the morning after
as itTiberiusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469016.post-1055299459304610922003-06-10T19:44:00.000-07:002003-06-11T14:56:15.650-07:00I live in the city of rain. Understand? Fat cats prowl and smell all around the gray of the afternoon. We dream of the lover of the friend who is forbidden to the bitter, bitter end. Tiberiusnoreply@blogger.com