Never Ending Math Equation

I'm writing a lot again. I wanted to toss this little bit of verse out, I'm trying to expand on this one but I need some thoughts/comments/criticisms/questions/concerns/anything.

Sometimes in autumn,
we didn't go to school
in the late afternoons at that old house.
The dusky, fine orange mist of a dying day
barely brushed the curtains
around a peeled frame ,
curling out towards the sheets
where we lay, quiet but for sighs, and that house was at peace.
The music would trickle
down the hall from another room, a small radio,
some protest song we probably swore by.
The sun would heat my chest, and your back
and the backs of your legs,
and our skin caught as it brushed
and cooled down. When we were cold from
the night air, you left.

( )

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man . . .

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man . . .

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man . . .

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man . . .

IN OTHER NEWS:
Wake... from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today.. we escape
We escape.

Pack and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before.. all hell.. breaks loose.

Breathe... keep breathing
Don't lose.. your nerve.
Breathe... keep breathing
I can't do this.. alone.

Sing us a song
A song to keep us warm
There's such a chill
Such a CHILL.

You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one
In everlasting peace

We hope that you choke.. that you choke
We hope that you choke.. that you choke
We hope that you choke.. that you choke

Its a hot summer coming, and a
warm winter gone
and somewhere in the middle
two new lives were made.

I'm coming back soon.

1. Open a music player.
2. Go to 'all music'/'library.'
3. Hit shuffle/repeat/randomize.
4. Find photos of the first 15 artists/bands that come up (no repeats and no cheating).
5. Have people guess who the artists/bands are. (No checking source code)

( here's mine )

Mmkay. What?

Yet another good night in New Orleans. That's all I have to say. More later.

And "whoever Molly is, she's the shit."

Using only songs from one artist cleverly answer these questions...

Pick an Artist: Modest Mouse

1.) Are you a male or female? Cowboy Dan

2.) Describe yourself: Styrofoam Boots/It's All Nice On Ice

3.) How do you feel about yourself? Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset

4.) Describe your ex boyfriend / girlfriend: Blame it on the Tetons

6.) Describe your current location: The World at Large

7.) Describe where you want to be: A Different City

8.) Your best friend (s) is: The Fruit that Ate Itself

9.) Your favorite color is: Sunspots : )

10.) You know that I'm: The Life of Arctic Sounds

11.) What's the weather like? Grey Ice Water

12.) If your life was a television show, what would it be called? Ocean Breathes Salty

13.) What is life to you? Exit Does Not Exist/Shit Luck

14.) What is the best advice you have to give? Heart Cooks Brain/So Much Beauty In Dirt

15.) If you could change your name, what would you change it to? Secret Agent X-9 . . . Heh.

"Trailer Trash"
Modest Mouse

Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don't mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything
And I shout that you're all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that's what it takes
When comparing your bellyaches
And it's been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I know that I miss you, and I'm sorry
if I dissed you