posted on March 10, 2011 at 8:01 pm

improbable combination

outside sydney flies past

century on century

everything already forgotten

the life that had so much meaning

the show must go on

so you say

the flash fades

the clouds curdle

little stories going on in between everything

atoms smashed

details noted

space ahead of its time

we were all fools

now lets get back to work

except for the holidays

when we stand in a bar screaming at a screen that can never hear

content has been modified to fit the width of your thoughts

blurred sound

the confining frame

thin film

loads of gloss

an increased level of crime

the appearance of some indefinable lazy anger

i struggle with my distant regrets

i mean what would you do

eventually we drop out of the futures

drink a cup of kindness yet

xerox debris

travel trash

you jet some

you float some

return home

return address

the following damage

burnt myself trying to get warm

repeated myself but only once

harmed myself unarmed

all those drugs what you expect

cant remember the womans names

my account is empty

soon someone demands that you pay up

the phone rings on n on in a deaf mans home

the numbers are hidden

maybe i’m just seeing something in it

the weather is still

very warm

tomorrow something else

i kinda got used to being lost

and i found it





37 Responses to “yeah sure”

  1. avatar
    jigsaw | 10 March 2011 at 8:04 pm #

    emptiness is a bottomless cup as they say…

  2. avatar
    Rob Y. | 10 March 2011 at 8:42 pm #

    You flow, it’s the only ‘way’ can’t understand TV and sports, bored folks abound, cloud just passed by, amazing, off to Kyoto tomorrow, spin some discs in the car, will surely unearth something: domo SK.

  3. avatar
    bernadette keys | 10 March 2011 at 9:09 pm #

    good image

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    ilkka lahti | 10 March 2011 at 10:58 pm #

    It’s a matter of times and a matter of spaces..
    I guess these times are quite filled with futility,
    and useless effectiveness to make bigger and bigger profit..for what?

    Makes me feel the same, yeah..hitting the nail&finger!
    Anyway the soul is still there.. for sure.

  5. avatar
    Cocoamo | 10 March 2011 at 11:42 pm #

    Some of the time, I live in a condo on the Ocean in Cocooa Beach. In front of our building, some of us have made a shady garden with Areca palms, philodendron, tall wild ginger, sea grape, a giant shiffalera, crotons and a lovely, leaning coconut palm named “Tannenpalm”. (Tannenpalm came from a coconut that was stuck in some dirt in a half whiskey barrel years ago and now is about 30 feet tall). I know, my penchant for giving everything a name is slightly irritating; but, I digress. A concrete fountain splashes and babbles, ringed by white river pebbles, liriope grass and marigolds. In the midst of all that is a round, white concrete table and benches with a large dark green umbrella.

    Yesterday, after digging around for some hours in said garden, I was walking across the parking lot and noticed a man who, at that distance, really resembled you, sitting under the umbrella and enjoying the garden and the sea breeze. He looked completely happy and smiled a most friendly smile.

    I thought, “Holy #%^&”.

    Of course on walking closer, I saw it wasn’t, although he had your stature, the hair, beard, and even the earring. I saw he was drinking a beer, which really confirmed he was just a doppelganger. Of course, I had to tell him who he looked like. He had not heard of you or The Church, but said, “I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess”.

    I said, “yes you should”, and went on my merry way.

    Anyway, at least your doppelganger appears to be happy.

    Your friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  6. avatar
    Reader | 11 March 2011 at 12:14 am #

    Life itself is improbable. Yet, here we are.

  7. avatar
    . | 11 March 2011 at 12:16 am #

    dusty ol’ western town
    ground low, dirty and down
    steals my smile, stitches you a frown
    leave you penniless, cracks your crown
    stab you in the back, bury you in the ground
    ain’t no place for the weary
    tumbleweed parched and dreary
    long forgotten by its’ contemporaries
    arid pestilence in a desert, that’s the theory
    devour all that’s good, cuts you down to your knees
    shouts a mean, vile song
    demands you should sing along
    drawing you slowly in to sit among
    the suffering and misery, chaos over calm
    threshold to the reality, fire and brimstone
    the sheriff gone on holiday
    there’s no justice here, only pain
    high noon’s coming, expect no delay
    six shooter screaming as I shiver and shake
    showdown for my eternal soul, make no mistake
    who will draw first
    will I hunger or will I thirst
    for redemption or an eternal curse
    save me from my sins, correct my course
    shoot myself down, salvation knocking at the door
    I fall down into the dust
    in an instant I say, do it now, I must
    the shackles loosening, the tragedy and mistrust
    leaving me for a moment like blood spilling from my gut
    reborn, one little victory, I stand tall as I smile from above
    ride into the sunset
    relieved, the wind blowing west
    lucky this time, I passed the bloody test
    will it come round again, maybe no, definitely yes
    to stare down my own worst enemy, me, I don’t have to guess

  8. avatar
    Wilfred Paradise | 11 March 2011 at 12:35 am #

    SK – excellent post – too much damned gloss – here, here, mista kilbey – come on back to our lonely overworked states – put some dates back up on the board – wilfred paradise

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 11 March 2011 at 1:00 am #

    I long for warm summer days. They are still many months away. The warmth, in small quantities is like medicine for my physical condition. The heat, not to hot, acts like a pleasure cruise for the inflicted. I generally feel better during the months of June, late August, and some of September. When it rains, and is so humid, that acts as a vice grip and it freezes my movements. I ache so bad on rainy days, and I love the rain so much.

    Well, surgery is not an option because of my severe neural foraminal stenosis , I already knew this but doctors wanted to be so smug with their so-called specialty, they wanted to gloat as they gave me the o-so-not-good news. I would have drastic changes in my pain levels after any surgery and the FBSS (failed back surgery syndrome) would own my sorry ass. The rate of failure post-op back surgery when your/my condition is greatly complicated by stenosis is 42-44%. Those numbers are way to high to have serious complicated results because a surgeon just wants to ‘cut ya open and stir things up’ , what the fuck. If you wanna destroy peoples lives like that, practice on your own families and friends if you still have any. I am in a no-win situation now. So …I’m just floating along…quietly for the ride…itself.

    Darrin K.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 March 2011 at 1:35 am #

    kindness is a tasty cup

  11. avatar
    jaime r.. | 11 March 2011 at 2:03 am #

    Be born again my friend.. Won’t you sign in stranger…

  12. avatar
    Jim Conrad | 11 March 2011 at 2:33 am #

    “drifting” easier than cognition; counterintuitive find of the century is that indifference contains power.

  13. avatar
    Wallace | 11 March 2011 at 3:09 am #

    too true. but yes- one must empty what is full & fill what is empty. I can’t help but wonder and apply this and the above to what one of my highly regressed schizoid patient’s said to me yesterday. “We’re all convered in shit, Mickey mousing around. Isn’t it a great country”? – I avoided the ego. A prison of the mind with no bars but yet within- the “heart of a shark” in some ways. A kite flying away on a broken string. And so I digress and look to Steve. Cheers Steve.

  14. avatar
    Tanya | 11 March 2011 at 3:26 am #

    From one observer to another, thanks again for putting words and thoughts to it. It actually helps clarify the traffic of thoughts in my own head.

  15. avatar | 11 March 2011 at 4:28 am #

    Being lost isn’t so bad, it’s just lonely without familiar faces. But you’ve got all these unfamiliar faces online pulling for you to shine through. “Forgot all the women huh”…I remember how they use to swarm for you. Might be good for you to have some down time from the women other than all your daughters…so much feminine energy draining your testosterone…stick with the writing, singing, painting and yoga…I can see you shining through my cloudy sky now! Hang on.

  16. avatar
    Once | 11 March 2011 at 5:15 am #

    Stopped taking the oxys. Using them is almost worst than hurting, a deeper, sick, stupified hurt (tho still not worse than alcohol), and I’m surprised and pleased that I hate opiates. The #1 most abused pharmaceutical in America, street value of what I got left is $180, I know cuz I googled it, but these ain’t leaving the house, I won’t hand out death for money. Besides, if the world ends I can beat ’em to the punch. It’s like owning a gun.

    All that’s left to conquer now is sickarettes, got a partner in crime who wants to kick ’em too, he called me the other morning all the way from Melbourne, he sounds more English than Australian, he’s from Yorkshire, we laughed and laughed at how the world suddenly condensed into just our voices, unsure of what to do with the sudden lack of restrictions. Great bloke, I like him.

    “I kinda got used to being lost and i found it amusing” – yeah, I get that, could never say it so perfectly tho. What I would do is what I’m doing – being open to new things to do, and continually being amused. I’ll always be lost in some sense, cuz this ain’t heaven, but as long as I can see and feel it, I’m okay to hang out for awhile.

    Thank you for a brilliant and thought provoking blog today, SK. To me it seems more about readiness than emptiness. I love it.

  17. avatar
    david | 11 March 2011 at 8:40 am #

    my teeth scrape pavement..

  18. avatar
    princey | 11 March 2011 at 8:42 am #

    Hello, I just read you’re helping out the N.Z. earthquake victims, good on u sk, you’re a kind and thoughtful person, remember that 🙂

    Only 4 weeks to go, yay!
    love Amanda

  19. avatar
    andy | 11 March 2011 at 9:23 am #

    now you’ve lost me!

  20. avatar
    Karen | 11 March 2011 at 9:47 am #

    lol @ the dopple ganger drinking beer…I bet mines sucking on a 16mger fag as I type ..bitch###
    I gave up the sickarettes just under 2 weeks ago Donna & today I am sicker than I have been in yonks…sore throat stuffy nose achey breaky…ect..I even feel a bit depressed its like losing a shitty friend that treated you bad…

    soo Im detoxing..still as determined as ever..

    any way umm thats all

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 11 March 2011 at 8:19 pm #

      it will soon end karen i promise you

    • avatar
      Once | 12 March 2011 at 8:27 am #

      Hi Karen, (and others hooked on the sticks) –

      Good job on the 2 weeks! My last quit lasted 5 months, been back on ’em a little less than a year, gearing up to do it again. Part of the reason that quitting is so difficult is because there is more than nicotine to withdraw from. There are also “4,000+ chemical compounds that include arsenic, ammonia, acetone, formaldehyde, butane, massive doses of carbon monoxide, hydrogen cyanide, methane, stearic acid, vinyl chloride, mercury, and lead, together with 43 known cancer causing agents”, that are either added in production, or created through the act of smoking.

      Does this anger you? Does me. Hate where hate is due! Phillip Morris, RJ Reynolds, et. al. kill people for money. Plain ‘n simple.

      The good news is: “If you remain 100% nicotine free for just 72 hours your blood will become nicotine free, your withdrawal anxieties will peak in intensity and the number of psychological craves will peak in number. The greatest challenge will be over. Actual physical withdrawal will be complete within 2-3 weeks as the brain re-sensitizes dopamine pathway receptors and down-regulates their numbers to levels seen in non-smokers. During that time you’ll encounter and recondition (extinguish) all but remote or seasonal psychological habit crave triggers and begin to witness the gradually diminishing influence of thousands of nicotine replenishment memories…”

      Access this site for support – I used it last time, and will this time as well – It’s the most comprehensive one out there.

      Let’s make TTB a non-smoking room!!


  21. avatar
    mattyc | 11 March 2011 at 11:13 am #

    a torrent of sign posts
    shift to red
    and fade to black
    an oily blur
    but my wheels do not spin

    icy fingers caress me
    a hollow heart
    the siren’s smile
    sultry breath
    immortal sin

    bathed in silence
    washed in light
    dancing pixels
    favorite show
    advise the next of kin

  22. avatar
    Narelle | 11 March 2011 at 11:21 am #

    Hello Steve
    subtance abuse….nasty, nasty stuff….who hasn’t been there done that!
    the never ending story of our species, human beings, the world as we know it…and it goes way back…or forward…or even side ways, has always ingested some mind altering thing…..or,
    being a part of some mind altering action…for better or worse
    its a work in progress and well worth our effort
    take care

  23. avatar
    hellbound heart | 11 March 2011 at 5:38 pm #

    distant regrets……the dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity
    love always…

  24. avatar
    Warlock to Warlock | 11 March 2011 at 9:27 pm #

    Warlock to Warlock and High priest to High priest

    What they’re not ready for is guys like you and I and all the other gnarly gnarlingtons and that we are high priests and vatican assassin warlocks.



  25. avatar
    cerca trove | 12 March 2011 at 2:16 am #

    “you jet some
    you float some”

    this has got to be one of my favorite kilbey-ism ever.

    • avatar
      captain mission | 12 March 2011 at 12:57 pm #

      ha i agree, yep it’s up there. classic.

  26. avatar
    Ron Bonham | 12 March 2011 at 2:47 am #

    Reminds me of those extra few lines you added at the end Lost from the recent tour;

    “lying in the dark your

    like an angel on my chest

    just another trampled heart

    crying tears of faithlessness.”


  27. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen | 12 March 2011 at 2:49 am #

    HATE sports. Most useless passtime ever invented. Something to do for people with nothing to do!

  28. avatar
    captain mission | 12 March 2011 at 12:58 pm #

    zen point man. emptiness filled by an inner laugh.

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