talking of Michaelangelo.
Thursday, June 29, 2017
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get out // 8:24 pm
of my head
thanks
Monday, June 26, 2017
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my summer song // 10:37 pm
Baby really hurt me
Crying in the taxi
He don't wanna know me
Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm
Says it was poison
So I guess I'll go home
Into the arms of the girl that I love
The only love I haven't screwed up
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
I do my best to meet her demands
Play at romance, we slow dance
In the living room, but all that a stranger would see
Is one girl
swaying alone
Stroking her cheek
They say, "You're a little much for me
You're a liability
You're a little much for me"
So they pull back, make other plans
I understand, I'm a liability
Get you wild, make you leave
I'm a little much for
E-a-na-na-na, everyone
The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy
'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore
And then they are bored of me
I know that it's exciting
Running through the night, but
Every perfect summer's
Eating me alive until you're gone
Better on my own
They say, "
You're a little much for me
You're a liability
You're a little much for me"
So they pull back, make other plans
I understand, I'm a liability
Get you wild, make you leave
I'm a little much for
E-a-na-na-na, everyone
They're gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
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// 9:16 am
"We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams." -- Gene Wilder
Here we go, Charlie!
Monday, June 19, 2017
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chemical // 7:55 am
That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.
It's all in your head, or at least it is until it releases all out of you in gasps and panic and inability to draw air into the lungs. Arrested. But by what, exactly? By what?
Pathetic.
You can't even realize the moment that it took you or comprehend and lash out.
Trapped by unexpected unraveling.
(But I didn't feel that way! It wasn't me! The screaming, the struggle, sucked into that quicksand, clawing my way back out -- it wasn't me!)
When you come back from it, it feels like everyone got hurt, most of all you and you look at yourself in the mirror.... it isn't you and it wasn't what you meant. All you wanted to be was to be sweet and supportive and it wasn't you at all.
Fuck the weather, it's getting me down.
I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying. - Chaplin
Monday, June 12, 2017
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swimming pool // 2:48 pm
Undulating quivers of light,
patterns with points meet
at other points and ripple away
periwinkle twinkles
away
somewhere in those you are there,
part of them,
interweaving, spinning,
diving into them
you are them and they
permeate you into you
washing you away
You are water
wrinkling the rays
Disrupting the wiry patterns just
momentarily
and that is all you are
no more than that
And the moment you look away
another takes its place
takes our place
and you swim on
(SUMMER!)
Monday, June 05, 2017
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almost // 11:44 pm
In the flurry and sweat, you almost die but have never felt as alive and when he says, "Welcome home.", you believe it so fully and truly.
Nothing to give, but given too much.
the trickling time is and is
it just is
(Thank you for everything, you've taken a misplaced displaced deconstructed thing and almost put it back together. I do not have enough gratitude to give but will spend my life trying to give it.)