Four Little Monkeys

Four little monkeys jumping on the bed
'Till one fell off and hit his head
He went to the doctor but the doctor said
"You knew what you were doing jumping on that bed."

So that poor little monkey went back to the bed
To see if the others fell and hurt their heads
"We're fine," said one as he continued to jump
Leaving our poor monkey to nurse his bump.

The monkey heard a creak and the bed began to crack
He said, "Look what we did, you're gonna break your backs!"
"We're fine," said another, "you worry too much!
Come back and join us, you'll be fine with your crutch."

"It's gotten worse since the fall, I think it's reached my brain.
But you have your fun, I don't mean to complain."
Hoping all the others had some care to give
But they only kept on jumping, merely saying, "You'll live."

The monkey felt sick, so he went on home
A loss of appetite, feeling so alone
He felt it getting worse, splitting his lobes in two
With no doctors and no friends, he didn't know what to do.

Three little monkeys jumping on a broken bed
Forgetting one had fallen off and destroyed his head
To stop the split the poor monkey slit his wrist
All while the other three kiss, kiss, kissed.

No Ground

Mission statement . . . revised.

"Typosgraphy" Clip (ASCAP)

Karmath "The Blog"

I've started a new 2009 journal blog over at karmath2009.blogspot.com. Should be updated everyday with personal accounts, Patch related endeavors, MP3's, videos, etc. This blog will still be up and running, but it will be sporadic. All of the entries dealing with Patch in "Karmath" will be fleshed out more here. It gets confusing trying to find all the Patch only stuff in the garbage journal.

Break

Taking a break from Patch for a week and a half. Making homemade Christmas presents in its stead.

Until then, Merry Christmas!

Typosgraphy: Day 1

Revisiting an old friend. Basically going to put some icing on a year and a half old cake.

LCD (Lips Condemned and Dumb)

The easiest material from which to draw inspiration is that which is closest to you.

Common visits of mind numbing blinders
Pulled over my eyes and ears
I always sensed his ultimate betrayal
Providing him the opportunity to correct his faults
You try to change fate
Yet you’re always left to chance
Predetermined by the metaphysical laws of learning
Karmath

What one can and cannot say in teaching
Advice goes unhinged
Like stray invisible light waves
We fight to answer the questions for others who never bother to ask
Or are afraid to
Even when it means life or death

The laws of Karmath go unbroken

It’s not betrayal if you knew it was coming all along
It was predetermined logic
Betrayal would have been a broken Karmathian law
Impossible to obtain
The lowest common denomination of life – laws of living.

What goes up must come down
No one is created equal, despite our claims for the opposite
A guiding hand is only felt by those who ask for one

"LCD" Clip (ASCAP)

When Cold Was Warmth

The closest thing to a Peter Kean Christmas song . . . about my '08 mantras.