Iggy and me

It was in the winter of my fiftieth year
When it hit me
I was really alone
And there wasn't a hell a lot of time left
Every laugh and touch that I could get
Became more important
Strangely, I became more bookish
And my home and study meant more to me
As I considered the circumstances of my death
I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity
On my way out
Above all, I didn't want to take any more shit
Not from anybody

-Iggy Pop

Watching the cat sleep on my pillows
Afraid to get close to anyone and afraid not to
The need of all creatures to be warmed and touched
I think the writing is eating up myself
Preventing any togetherness with anyone
Hurting and recycling people over and over again
How much longer? 
How many more? 
I held her in my arms and I didn’t want to realize
She was putting her life in my hands

-Iggy Pop

Cheery Mo Fo ain't I ?

Sorry life isn't exactly Guns and Roses these days.

Harry