Saturday, July 3, 2010
little sister
Please, don't confront me with my failures. I have not forgotten them. But, how am I to change if I still aim to be Edie Sedgwick when I grow up?
Edie Edie Edie Sedgwick, will you go to prom with me?
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Tuesday
"You never saw me as a reward.
You didn't know he did
And then you tried to win the bet.
You tripped and fell upon the sword
That I'd given to you though you never carried.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust,
You're all around and you're inside.
My eyes get dusty cloudy,
Just like you wanted...
You were the child
And I'm the fault.
Why do I fawn upon you?
You are the reason I'm a force.
And when you knew you were you to feel worse.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
I cannot make you leave your source
Because you make yourself feel like you've got grounding.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
You are the nature I'm the roar that comes from you.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
I'm a tornado you are the fences that will fall
But still surround me.
I'm a tornado"
You didn't know he did
And then you tried to win the bet.
You tripped and fell upon the sword
That I'd given to you though you never carried.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust,
You're all around and you're inside.
My eyes get dusty cloudy,
Just like you wanted...
You were the child
And I'm the fault.
Why do I fawn upon you?
You are the reason I'm a force.
And when you knew you were you to feel worse.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
I cannot make you leave your source
Because you make yourself feel like you've got grounding.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
You are the nature I'm the roar that comes from you.
I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
I'm a tornado you are the fences that will fall
But still surround me.
I'm a tornado"
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
the bottle of whisky in my book bag remains un-drank:
I woke up happy, for the first time in a long time, today. Today, for the first time, I opened the curtains from over the windows. My east windows - bright and warming my skin and the paper (white) as I right on it. I don't even remember waking up.
Smog - "all your woman things"
Low - "medicine and magazine"
Richard and Linda Thompson - "i want to see the bright lights tonight"
Labels:
face painting,
February,
hang overs,
snow melt,
weekend
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