How about this: we introduce our shadows of each other and
wish them a happy ever after. Then maybe You and I can sit and drink tea in
peace. That would be so lovely nice.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
boosh.
Questions I am currently contemplating:
Do deaf people think that people who are yawning are screaming?
Do deaf people think that people who are yawning are screaming?
How do blind people dream?
What if there was a carnivore amidst the Land Before Time gang?
Where do rogue socks end up during the laundry process?
What if Rosa Parks had had a car?
Can primordial soup ease the common cold?
Why is it that we are sickest before the symptoms kick in?
How do you throw away a garbage can?
Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Are there any other words for synonym?
Why does a 24/7 convenience store need locks on the doors?
How does the snow-plower get to work in the morning?
Who comes to the rescue when the tow truck breaks down?
What if a surgeon had a heart attack while performing a surgery?
Why do vegans like things shaped/textured/colored like meat?
If there was an earthquake right now, would I really trust the door frames to protect me?
Questions I can't answer and am frustrated by:
Why don't Seattlites greet each other in passing?
What is the balance between grace and accountability?
How is Denzel Washington always so attractive?
What purpose did my bedroom serve 100 years ago?
Did our house originally have a fireplace?
Why do the things I make an effort to ignore crop up so often?
How come people don't sing to each other anymore?
Why is it that I always make eye-contact with creeps?
How many things do I claim to not like but, given a second try, would actually love?
If I were to repeat my same life looking just 10 degrees in a different direction in every instance, what would I see? Who would I be?
What is my favorite season?
Why does my hair take so long to grow?
Why do things cost money?
Questions I know the answer to but cant/wont say:
Why am I frustrated right now?
Who ate all the m&m's in maddy's trailmix?
Why does my heart race when I smell honeysuckle or cigarettes?
How awesome is the 4th of July?
Where does the restlessness come from?
What makes him so inescapably wonderful?
Where is home?
Will I always be so stubborn?
What if I had said something sooner?
How did I stand to listen to the Destiny's Child's first album every day for months?
Why did I ever think it was a good idea to buzz cut my head?
Why do I ignore my instincts?
What happens to a dream deferred?
What am i going to eat for dinner?
What if Rosa Parks had had a car?
Can primordial soup ease the common cold?
Why is it that we are sickest before the symptoms kick in?
How do you throw away a garbage can?
Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
Are there any other words for synonym?
Why does a 24/7 convenience store need locks on the doors?
How does the snow-plower get to work in the morning?
Who comes to the rescue when the tow truck breaks down?
What if a surgeon had a heart attack while performing a surgery?
Why do vegans like things shaped/textured/colored like meat?
If there was an earthquake right now, would I really trust the door frames to protect me?
Questions I can't answer and am frustrated by:
Why don't Seattlites greet each other in passing?
What is the balance between grace and accountability?
How is Denzel Washington always so attractive?
What purpose did my bedroom serve 100 years ago?
Did our house originally have a fireplace?
Why do the things I make an effort to ignore crop up so often?
How come people don't sing to each other anymore?
Why is it that I always make eye-contact with creeps?
How many things do I claim to not like but, given a second try, would actually love?
If I were to repeat my same life looking just 10 degrees in a different direction in every instance, what would I see? Who would I be?
What is my favorite season?
Why does my hair take so long to grow?
Why do things cost money?
Questions I know the answer to but cant/wont say:
Why am I frustrated right now?
Who ate all the m&m's in maddy's trailmix?
Why does my heart race when I smell honeysuckle or cigarettes?
How awesome is the 4th of July?
Where does the restlessness come from?
What makes him so inescapably wonderful?
Where is home?
Will I always be so stubborn?
What if I had said something sooner?
How did I stand to listen to the Destiny's Child's first album every day for months?
Why did I ever think it was a good idea to buzz cut my head?
Why do I ignore my instincts?
What happens to a dream deferred?
What am i going to eat for dinner?
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
"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
"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.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
"Welcome to the human race...
you are a mess!"
Tutto è santo
Non c'è niente di naturale nella natura ragazzo mio
Tienitelo bene in mente"
-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 santoTutto 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."
Saturday, March 3, 2012
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.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
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