the grass in our front yard is.



This was taken over a week ago, and the grass still has not been cut.

My new home....

what's the verdict?

Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
For a long forgotten cause
On not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in war
Boys baptised in war

Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep

Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten Sons
Forgotten Sons
Forgotten Sons

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolour I must fear evil
For I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, Minister care for your children
Order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

"Halt who goes there!" - " Death!!"
"Approach ... friend"
You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children's stony glances mourn
Your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
Forgotten Sons

From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous

Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down
Ring-a-ring-o-roses
Ring-a-ring-o-roses
Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down

Forgotten Son
Forgotten Son
Forgotten Son
They're still forgotten, they're still still forgotten
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son

- Marillion

I'm by no means certain, but I have an inkling that my current girlfriend is going to cut me loose. The inkling, well, it's pretty damn strong. It's as if I know the writing is on the wall, but I can't find my glasses. Of course this upsets me, but it brings to mind other great shaftings in the history of my short life:

Laurie Dragna: I danced with this girl when I was in the 8th grade. We woulda hung out but her friends called me a dork.

Brenda Silva: Six months of phone dating followed by "I could punch you in the mouth," issued to the girl who set us up.

Summer Bailey: She took a liking to me in the 10th grade, only to have her friends call me a dork. This pattern repeated itself often if I'm not mistaken.

Kasi B.: The total shaft. Took me to Sadi Hawkins, told me everything I wanted to hear, only to find out it was a cover for dating my best friends...someone many people didn't approve of.

Ana B.: Not bad. Dated seven months then told me she'd been thinking of ditching me the last month. Ugly split but we're still friends.

Sarah W.: I leave this girl. Four years later she kisses me in what amounts to a romantic "PSYCH!"

Michelle C: This is very unfortunate. 2 years, 9 months. One of which we were engaged. Tells me a month before the wedding (and during Thanksgiving when the family was in) that she couldn't marry me. I moved through two different states when I was with her. Louisiana to Texas and Texas to Florida. Then back home. Louisiana.