"A Case of You"

Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that time you told me you said
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"

Oh but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

Dear Joni Mitchell,

Thank you so much for writing this song.

Dear Seattle,

They call you the Emerald City,

but there's still no place like home.

"Welcome to the human race...

you are a mess!"

-The Books, All Our Base Are Belong To Them

Ahh final's week. There is really nothing like it.

Even more so, "Ahh, life. There is really nothing like you."

Enjoy your worries. You may never have them again.

And I believe we'll be able to laugh about this when the seasons shift. Even more so than we've ever cried.

"Tutto è santo

Tutto è santo
Tutto è santo
Non c'è niente di naturale nella natura ragazzo mio
Tienitelo bene in mente"

"For the first time in the history of the world a young girl climbed into a tree one day. She climbed down from the tree next day. God bless her."

together in electric dreams

 I realized my smallness again the other day, while cuddling with Amanda. When our two figures could not even fill a bed, let alone a room or a house or a city in a state of a country in a world of histories and simultaneous actions and life. On my worst days I convince myself that I have never been touched because the electrons rotating the atoms of my cells are too chaotic to let me get hurt like that. On my best days I revel in the collision of two energy fields when I get to hold the hand of someone I love. Sometimes it is on the smallest level that the most profound connections are made. Lately, thats been a really big deal to me.

This is a cold war