"Are you happy to repeat yourself?"
Incongruent stipulation. Yes, those are the words.
An uneven deal. An unfair deal. No capitulations, no concessions, no real agreement. you just want someone to, well, you get the idea. Ich bin ein Uberraschung. Ein Moglichkeit. I am your eternal footrest. Call on me and I am there. Every now and then the rug will be pulled out from under you and you will fall on your back. And when you get up, the world will be spinning. Have fun down there. I am I am I am. I am here, probably. My eyes will be sparsely rolled and my sweaters worn out. I am sortof...well, dead. My head aches, and my stomach is upset with me. Bitte, bitte. It's just, it's just so cold. I can't see nothing in here. Heh, I even.......I can't. Oh.
It's a new year, and I am wandering in a space so uneven and so uneven and so uneven in it's own time and ghosts wander through your rooms and when you are trying to get a bath or a shower, but I guess I stayed too long too. I stayed until the dark of my eyes grew and grwe until I was like a wampire looking through a microsopce. yerng. your young! enjoy him and leave me be! hahaha I'm just kidding with you gilr I think I really do love you in some sortof human human aniomal animal way don't worry everything will be fine in the end I got a coupel more years here and your younger than I am sortof, but just layoff the boys and make me special and then we'll be loving togethre tomroww.
If I only had a brain, heart, and the nerve. The ocean is near the shore. I think and I think in bed at night and in the morning where the flu keeps me grounded and in bed. I can't sleep no more, I can't wake no more, I can't wash at all my hair is sticking to the bed. The blanekts don't keep me warm anym,ore, I might have the fever. the Fever. abcdefghijklmnopqrtuvwxyz. 12345678910. We are in school, now! haha. hhaheehe. really really you're beautiful but stop loving how cute and how powerful you can be. i am yours just shut up! hahehhehee. i am yours. i got nothing else. unless you count my mean brother and the other people I live with. this song is too long. you are a sweet little tihn with pains and tribulations and trails and things in you brain, and I can walk them and help you fix them and fix them and make them go away. please just let me! let me.
I look for you in every hall, every sidwalk in every day. I look out the window like a puppy and its owner. I'm like a kid waiting for the bus home, a kid waiting for Micey Mouse to available for pictures, and then Mickey has a gun! I am Dwight D. Eisenhower with Hitler in my grasp, but he's a decoy! You are smoke, a ghost, my fist cannot close around you. You are too snide, evil, treacherous, out for my throat and for too many others. i am sorry i think this much about it, it must be my hormoens our something in the water you haave me. DRINK THE DRINK let's all just sit around and be smart kids and dnot too stupid and not too sexy and not too drinky. don't drink, be smart and love me in the face and not in the aoasmdkaomsdm. you know what I mean. actually noy ou don't tthat's the problem.
I was once a kid who wore hats for fun and looked idly in the sun. Like Mrs. Apple, I feel nothing. Sometimes I wonder if I can no longer look in the eyes of girls like you. deadly. A baby elephant sitting up, trumpets blaring. Every single night's a fight with my brain - Fiona. From here on in, you don't bite, sweetheart. Keep your teeth sheathed. ha I am a daredevil diving into your deep pit! you are a sweetener, dumb little thing to make things bright. but underneath lies a darkness so underneath and a klugung so smart and knavish conniving treacherous jealous zealousy. I am not free from you yet. We are not out of the tunnel yet. you're so funny. we've got cuffed hands. we're cuffed together. this ride is both your's and mine. I root for you.
I would put you in my coffee if you didn't have so many carcinogens.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Shivers and Shakes
"Lay down with me, tell me no lies. Just hold me close, don't patronize me."
I cannot finish my scones anymore. I think a young man can only handle so many opiates in one lifetime. I shaved today. I am wearing fresh clothes and a sweater. I have clean hair. This is good. I had coffee and scone for breakfast. I woke up early. This is all good.
I bought a Fiona Apple album with no real knowledge of how talented she is, and the album is so far fascinating and strange. I can only hope it grows on me. My brother wired an Ethernet cable from his room (where the modem is) all the way down to the TV downstairs. We told him not to, but the cable's low price left him with no choice (wireless adapters are expensive). I'll hand it to him, it isn't terribly noticeable.
I had a child and his name is Peter Gabriel Wilson, "Gabe" for short. Christmas break is almost over and that is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Gabe is the best thing that ever happened to me. He was a couple weeks early but healthy as a pumpkin. I need mugs.
It's almost 2PM and I have done nothing. I purged my iTunes money and am still not satisfied. aoskdmaoskdmaosmkdoaksmdaoksmdaoskmdaoksmdaoksmdaoskmdaoskdmaoskdmaoskdm
I cannot finish my scones anymore. I think a young man can only handle so many opiates in one lifetime. I shaved today. I am wearing fresh clothes and a sweater. I have clean hair. This is good. I had coffee and scone for breakfast. I woke up early. This is all good.
I bought a Fiona Apple album with no real knowledge of how talented she is, and the album is so far fascinating and strange. I can only hope it grows on me. My brother wired an Ethernet cable from his room (where the modem is) all the way down to the TV downstairs. We told him not to, but the cable's low price left him with no choice (wireless adapters are expensive). I'll hand it to him, it isn't terribly noticeable.
I had a child and his name is Peter Gabriel Wilson, "Gabe" for short. Christmas break is almost over and that is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Gabe is the best thing that ever happened to me. He was a couple weeks early but healthy as a pumpkin. I need mugs.
It's almost 2PM and I have done nothing. I purged my iTunes money and am still not satisfied. aoskdmaoskdmaosmkdoaksmdaoksmdaoskmdaoksmdaoksmdaoskmdaoskdmaoskdmaoskdm
Friday, December 28, 2012
Estoy cansado.
"Did you ever really stare at me?"
This, I am most tired of. My stomach starts to hurt itself and I am left with the body of someone weak. I can walk places, but it hurts. I can read books for a while, but it hurts. I can smell coffee brewing and the smoke of cigarettes, but it hurts.
They were there in front of the place, smoking and grumbling about their jobs. I broke the garrison of smoke breaks and pulled open the whining, heavy door. It was so warm and cozy in the doorway, I almost fell asleep while standing up. I took my dark hood off, as to not look like an assailant of some sort. I saw a cute girl with a mug of coffee and a book. I saw some old ladies chatting, wearing massive coats and holding pretty purses. I saw men with glasses and beards illuminated by their laptop screens, looking up indifferently at my striding figure. Most tables were unoccupied. The smell was of wood and sugary pastries, and of course coffee.
Sigh, I said. Sigh and one more. I want puppies, you can stay inside in the warmth. Breathe into my coat to keep warm. I made you breakfast and you rejected it, but you tore away rapaciously at my dinner plate.
I read a book about dancing Mexican girls and the hot desert. It served me good in the cold Northern Winter. I have to know it feels.
Like Ted Dunkel, I must have been a ghost walking the steaming streets. The laundromat blew out billowing clouds of white steam that smelled like a mother draped in sweaters. But before that, they took Savannah this day in 1779 and then again in 2006. There she was, Jordana and Savannah and some other girl. She was writing; I dared not disturb her. Then someone did. I gave in my pastry, sipped quickly my iced drink and I left! I left, with my book in my large pocket. And that was that. They took Savannah, put her in a house, and locked her in there with a ball python. And she kissed me on the cheek and waded off into a pond. God knows where they all are now! Sheesh.
I'm wondering what it is you think I am, what this is, and what you think you can get from me. lol.
This, I am most tired of. My stomach starts to hurt itself and I am left with the body of someone weak. I can walk places, but it hurts. I can read books for a while, but it hurts. I can smell coffee brewing and the smoke of cigarettes, but it hurts.
They were there in front of the place, smoking and grumbling about their jobs. I broke the garrison of smoke breaks and pulled open the whining, heavy door. It was so warm and cozy in the doorway, I almost fell asleep while standing up. I took my dark hood off, as to not look like an assailant of some sort. I saw a cute girl with a mug of coffee and a book. I saw some old ladies chatting, wearing massive coats and holding pretty purses. I saw men with glasses and beards illuminated by their laptop screens, looking up indifferently at my striding figure. Most tables were unoccupied. The smell was of wood and sugary pastries, and of course coffee.
Sigh, I said. Sigh and one more. I want puppies, you can stay inside in the warmth. Breathe into my coat to keep warm. I made you breakfast and you rejected it, but you tore away rapaciously at my dinner plate.
I read a book about dancing Mexican girls and the hot desert. It served me good in the cold Northern Winter. I have to know it feels.
Like Ted Dunkel, I must have been a ghost walking the steaming streets. The laundromat blew out billowing clouds of white steam that smelled like a mother draped in sweaters. But before that, they took Savannah this day in 1779 and then again in 2006. There she was, Jordana and Savannah and some other girl. She was writing; I dared not disturb her. Then someone did. I gave in my pastry, sipped quickly my iced drink and I left! I left, with my book in my large pocket. And that was that. They took Savannah, put her in a house, and locked her in there with a ball python. And she kissed me on the cheek and waded off into a pond. God knows where they all are now! Sheesh.
I'm wondering what it is you think I am, what this is, and what you think you can get from me. lol.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Chocolate Glass.
"I could liken you to a shark, the way you bit off my head. But then again, I was waving around a bleeding, open wound."
I was here and then I was over there, that is all I know. I tasted chocolate on the back of my tongue, and I smelled smoke from a chimney down the street. I saw several colors shining still, and I felt my ears starting to freeze. I looked up once, and I saw nothing. I looked down twice, and I saw nothing. And then, I looked forward into you, and something in my stomach slushed around.
I was here and then I was over there, that is all I know. I tasted chocolate on the back of my tongue, and I smelled smoke from a chimney down the street. I saw several colors shining still, and I felt my ears starting to freeze. I looked up once, and I saw nothing. I looked down twice, and I saw nothing. And then, I looked forward into you, and something in my stomach slushed around.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
The Knife.
"You're an actor out of work. You're a liar, and that's the truth. You're an extra lost in the scene."
Save me from what I want.
I suppose it is best if we stay here, under this blanket, beneath the light, across the way, above the world. I suppose it is best, then, if you shall see it night and not day, that I shall be on my way. We see old pictures of dresses on women who swung gaily into shutter speeds of only the gray and dusty kind. Well, this is too much. Sugar on top makes the bitterness dissolve.
I was sleeping when she dragged me under. I awoke with a fright in the dark of the ocean's night to find that I was a goner. Mhm.
So, when I was done and had all my fun,
I walked home and looked through the rain.
I looked not into the barrel of your gun,
Thinking lightly of light and of pain.
But here we are, it is a magical night,
Let us not risk it.
If it would help you sleep, I would usher in the marching band and ask them politely to play you a lullaby. But you've kissed the drummer, you've kissed the boy with the flute, and by God, you've felt up the man with the tuba. I heard he's asthmatic. What?
I'm sorry, next time I'll keep a note on my hand, reminding me of you and how you are.
Save me from what I want.
I suppose it is best if we stay here, under this blanket, beneath the light, across the way, above the world. I suppose it is best, then, if you shall see it night and not day, that I shall be on my way. We see old pictures of dresses on women who swung gaily into shutter speeds of only the gray and dusty kind. Well, this is too much. Sugar on top makes the bitterness dissolve.
I was sleeping when she dragged me under. I awoke with a fright in the dark of the ocean's night to find that I was a goner. Mhm.
So, when I was done and had all my fun,
I walked home and looked through the rain.
I looked not into the barrel of your gun,
Thinking lightly of light and of pain.
But here we are, it is a magical night,
Let us not risk it.
If it would help you sleep, I would usher in the marching band and ask them politely to play you a lullaby. But you've kissed the drummer, you've kissed the boy with the flute, and by God, you've felt up the man with the tuba. I heard he's asthmatic. What?
I'm sorry, next time I'll keep a note on my hand, reminding me of you and how you are.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Pet Shop Blues
"I was not ready the day you gave me your heart. I was still falling apart."
In the cold mist of the black December I clopped and clopped with my mother's old shoes along the soaking sidewalk, far ahead of my sibling thing. Christmas lights shone through rain droplets or tears and came through bright in the mist. I walked and walked until I saw the pine trees and the shops with more lights. I saw the pet shop, and it was open after its normal hours. The windows, large and clear, were lit up bright with golden Christmas bulbs and I saw some stirring furry things mucking about in the blankets. They were puppies. I approached the window and I caught their attention, but they kept on tossing themselves around or sitting pensively. There was one and she was bleeding from her paw. The blood was strewn about the sanitized white floor of the window. A dog with blood on his lips stood in the corner. He looked not ashamed and he ate his kibble and drank his tap water. My brother jogged up and I pointed out the poor thing to him, licking its wounds. He was a problem dog. She was eating now her one piece of dirtied-up, discarded kibble. You have a bowl of that right near you, girl! What's wrong? Oh. He is over there. I'm sorry. Come here. I hope you don't bite. Stale was their food and I was just a kid with a belly full of spaghetti and meatballs and pitying them. My mom can't handle another puppy. My dad can't handle another puppy. My brother gave a cursory glance, remarked, and stepped on.
A minute must have passed and I was still looking with puppy eyes at the puppy eyes of the bloodied little pup. She seemed okay, though. Maybe puppies can hide their emotions too. Well, here I was standing there in the mild rain and I did not move an inch. I was still looking.
"LUKE!" from across the street. The pine trees waited patiently.
"Bye little pup. Feel better."
I stood there, knowing well about the dangers of walking through traffic. I walked backwards until I felt a curb, but I think I must have fell or something because the ground came up and smacked me in the back of the head. Brakes on the cars screamed at me for it. My eyes, still and forward, still looked for the puppy and loved and yearned for the dog and the puppy. Red and white. Then red and white and blue. Then the White. All the puppies were for me and they were there around me looking at me and licking my cheeks. Well, here I am and I am surrounded by puppies. Yeah, who needs that when you got this? Sigh, well that was the last I saw of her, though. Such nice things. Always looking, always smiling. heh. let me go. thank you.
This is the night and we are here with the other stars shining stupid lights but no one can touch us because we are hot and balls of gas!
O, Puppies! O, Humanity!
Come back, Georgia. Come back.
In the cold mist of the black December I clopped and clopped with my mother's old shoes along the soaking sidewalk, far ahead of my sibling thing. Christmas lights shone through rain droplets or tears and came through bright in the mist. I walked and walked until I saw the pine trees and the shops with more lights. I saw the pet shop, and it was open after its normal hours. The windows, large and clear, were lit up bright with golden Christmas bulbs and I saw some stirring furry things mucking about in the blankets. They were puppies. I approached the window and I caught their attention, but they kept on tossing themselves around or sitting pensively. There was one and she was bleeding from her paw. The blood was strewn about the sanitized white floor of the window. A dog with blood on his lips stood in the corner. He looked not ashamed and he ate his kibble and drank his tap water. My brother jogged up and I pointed out the poor thing to him, licking its wounds. He was a problem dog. She was eating now her one piece of dirtied-up, discarded kibble. You have a bowl of that right near you, girl! What's wrong? Oh. He is over there. I'm sorry. Come here. I hope you don't bite. Stale was their food and I was just a kid with a belly full of spaghetti and meatballs and pitying them. My mom can't handle another puppy. My dad can't handle another puppy. My brother gave a cursory glance, remarked, and stepped on.
A minute must have passed and I was still looking with puppy eyes at the puppy eyes of the bloodied little pup. She seemed okay, though. Maybe puppies can hide their emotions too. Well, here I was standing there in the mild rain and I did not move an inch. I was still looking.
"LUKE!" from across the street. The pine trees waited patiently.
"Bye little pup. Feel better."
I stood there, knowing well about the dangers of walking through traffic. I walked backwards until I felt a curb, but I think I must have fell or something because the ground came up and smacked me in the back of the head. Brakes on the cars screamed at me for it. My eyes, still and forward, still looked for the puppy and loved and yearned for the dog and the puppy. Red and white. Then red and white and blue. Then the White. All the puppies were for me and they were there around me looking at me and licking my cheeks. Well, here I am and I am surrounded by puppies. Yeah, who needs that when you got this? Sigh, well that was the last I saw of her, though. Such nice things. Always looking, always smiling. heh. let me go. thank you.
This is the night and we are here with the other stars shining stupid lights but no one can touch us because we are hot and balls of gas!
O, Puppies! O, Humanity!
Come back, Georgia. Come back.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
What have we lost?
Kannst du mich erinnern?
And so, it is done. I have passed my story on to another woman. When I turn my back, she will crumple it up and toss it in the waste basket. Just don't come crying to me when the basket is full and you have no man to empty it. I really can't believe what I am doing, but then again, I really can't believe who I am being either. Heh.
Beautiful creatures.
I need a little puppy to keep me company. They can't be stupid or mean, and they'll always care what you have to say. I've got some coins and denominations, here, in my pocket. Don't look at me in the eyes, I need not more bubble gum on my soles.
I didn't start the fire, but I own the house. You had to be a big shot, did you? You are hereby expelled from the Knights of the Table. You have tarnished our name in the face of the community far too long! By what measure? The measure of stealing a little girl's doll in the center of the village square and ripping it apart with your bare hands!
And so, it is done. I have passed my story on to another woman. When I turn my back, she will crumple it up and toss it in the waste basket. Just don't come crying to me when the basket is full and you have no man to empty it. I really can't believe what I am doing, but then again, I really can't believe who I am being either. Heh.
Beautiful creatures.
I need a little puppy to keep me company. They can't be stupid or mean, and they'll always care what you have to say. I've got some coins and denominations, here, in my pocket. Don't look at me in the eyes, I need not more bubble gum on my soles.
I didn't start the fire, but I own the house. You had to be a big shot, did you? You are hereby expelled from the Knights of the Table. You have tarnished our name in the face of the community far too long! By what measure? The measure of stealing a little girl's doll in the center of the village square and ripping it apart with your bare hands!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Looking for the Boss
"For a minute there, I lost myself."
*Phone rings*
Reception: Kelly Family Medicine, how may I help you?
James: Hey Rita, it's Jim. Yeah, uh, I just got a call from the Doctor's mom. She was looking for him. He's out today, right?
Reception: Yeah, yeah, he's out on leave. He has been for quite a while. Didn't you know that?
James: Oh...No, I didn't. Is he on vacation, or what?
Reception: I'm not sure, we haven't heard from him at the office in a couple months.
James: A couple months? Are you serious?
Reception: Yes, Jim. I'm surprised no one told you that.
James: That's why he doesn't answer my messages...Has he even called in?
Reception: Nope. We've contacted the police and everything.
James: Wow...Well, alright, I'll tell his mom that. I'm surprised SHE doesn't know about it.
Reception: She's probably looking for him.
James: Yeah, she probably is. Well, you have a nice day Rita.
Reception: You too, Jim. Bye now.
James: Bye.
*click*
James: You still there, miss?
Woman: *sniff* Yeah.
James: Okay, well I just heard from reception and they told me the doctor is on leave at the moment.
Woman: No, no, he's gone. I thought he may have called in there.
James: Oh...
Woman: He's completely gone and no one knows where he is. *sniff*
James: Well, I'm sorry to hear that, miss. I hope you guys find him soon and that he's safe and fine.
Woman: Yes, thank you, thank you. *sniff* Goodbye.
James: Bye now.
James slumps back in his chair and sighs loudly, putting his hands at rest behind his head.
*Phone rings*
Reception: Kelly Family Medicine, how may I help you?
James: Hey Rita, it's Jim. Yeah, uh, I just got a call from the Doctor's mom. She was looking for him. He's out today, right?
Reception: Yeah, yeah, he's out on leave. He has been for quite a while. Didn't you know that?
James: Oh...No, I didn't. Is he on vacation, or what?
Reception: I'm not sure, we haven't heard from him at the office in a couple months.
James: A couple months? Are you serious?
Reception: Yes, Jim. I'm surprised no one told you that.
James: That's why he doesn't answer my messages...Has he even called in?
Reception: Nope. We've contacted the police and everything.
James: Wow...Well, alright, I'll tell his mom that. I'm surprised SHE doesn't know about it.
Reception: She's probably looking for him.
James: Yeah, she probably is. Well, you have a nice day Rita.
Reception: You too, Jim. Bye now.
James: Bye.
*click*
James: You still there, miss?
Woman: *sniff* Yeah.
James: Okay, well I just heard from reception and they told me the doctor is on leave at the moment.
Woman: No, no, he's gone. I thought he may have called in there.
James: Oh...
Woman: He's completely gone and no one knows where he is. *sniff*
James: Well, I'm sorry to hear that, miss. I hope you guys find him soon and that he's safe and fine.
Woman: Yes, thank you, thank you. *sniff* Goodbye.
James: Bye now.
James slumps back in his chair and sighs loudly, putting his hands at rest behind his head.
Monday, December 10, 2012
The Scrivener
"Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true."
What do I have to do to fix this? The sleek black lab rats scream before they die, when the crippling venom dissolves their insides and brainwashes them into obedience.
What do I have to do to fix this? The sleek black lab rats scream before they die, when the crippling venom dissolves their insides and brainwashes them into obedience.
Horses Eat Oats
"Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker."
Trust me, you don't want me investigating you, the black-haired Barbie doll of small words. The foolish fiery princess hath already silenced me with a royal decree, censored with black ink and scented with the sweetest scent. I'm sorry the Knight of Alta mounted his high horse and rode off into the Chinese Rising Sun, but you may not fool me into dark alleys of toadstools and crusty men with smoking mouths. Knight of Alta puts on his coat, lets the peasants kiss the jewels upon his hand, and is on his way. H-E-L-P, I'm reading a note from the Queen, help me decipher it. Smith & Wesson, large and silver, pointed in my direction, held by a small girl. It's okay if you get your foot stuck in a bear trap every once in a while.
Mary, no one else can see it. I'm sorry. I tried. These people are wrapped in wool from their eyelids downward.
Some call me a scrivener behind a screen, eyes damaged and voice muffled.
I stood on the porch, pistol at the ready. She was too fast.
Trust me, you don't want me investigating you, the black-haired Barbie doll of small words. The foolish fiery princess hath already silenced me with a royal decree, censored with black ink and scented with the sweetest scent. I'm sorry the Knight of Alta mounted his high horse and rode off into the Chinese Rising Sun, but you may not fool me into dark alleys of toadstools and crusty men with smoking mouths. Knight of Alta puts on his coat, lets the peasants kiss the jewels upon his hand, and is on his way. H-E-L-P, I'm reading a note from the Queen, help me decipher it. Smith & Wesson, large and silver, pointed in my direction, held by a small girl. It's okay if you get your foot stuck in a bear trap every once in a while.
Mary, no one else can see it. I'm sorry. I tried. These people are wrapped in wool from their eyelids downward.
Some call me a scrivener behind a screen, eyes damaged and voice muffled.
I stood on the porch, pistol at the ready. She was too fast.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
October 1st.
9:21AM
Hey everybody. I am doing well (lies). Phew, this new schedule day will be odd. Odd, stressful, heartbreaking, ebullient, great, new, fresh, gay, straight, easy, difficult, Obama, Romney. (awh yeah topical reference, boyeee).
(later that day)
"It ain't just the one thing. It's the tide. It's the dismal tide." - Old head from N.C. for O.M.
Oh, what a day this was, is and will be. I dropped AP English and my schedule got raped hard. No more Gym with Joelle. No more Film Studies. But I took up TV production with Ms. Hackman (film studies lady) to make up and also because I'm interested in that. Mrs. Shaw is unhappy that I am in her 1st period Bio (over-packed). I might have Gym with Nick, and Lunch with some fellows of mine. Last lunch = :(. Some classes weren't changed. All of this does not change the fact that Mike is moving in with us. Lol! We'll go to Artisan's all the time! Woo! UGH. All of this is so crazy and upsetting. Eh, I was tired of my lunch crew (theatre kids/sophomores). GASP! I might be with Joelle! Hmmm...Wait. Nevermind. Ugh. She has Gym during my new lunch. Eh, I'm bound to find ONE of my friends. Lol. I guess. It'll be embarrassing though. I'll have to drop in early or something. Yeah, there is no way of seeing Joelle. MAYBE if she's taking TV prod. HA! Well, we'll just hang out after school and have a long, meaningful relationship. Lol, I don't care. I just like her. Maybe Ellie Delany is in my lunch. Even so, she sits with JERKS! JERKS. Awh, baby. Woo, daddy. This will be tough socially, easy academically. Hard emotions. Lost love? New love? No love? Oh jeez, dude. I don't know what I'll do. For now, in this new, smelly Study Hall, I'll write it out. Mary Ann? She's chill. I can dig her in Lunch. ARGH, dude. ARGH. But hey. No more AP English and I'm seeing a counselor soon. (mom's calling the bearded counselor today).
Well, see you later.
Love,
Luke Wilson
Hey everybody. I am doing well (lies). Phew, this new schedule day will be odd. Odd, stressful, heartbreaking, ebullient, great, new, fresh, gay, straight, easy, difficult, Obama, Romney. (awh yeah topical reference, boyeee).
(later that day)
"It ain't just the one thing. It's the tide. It's the dismal tide." - Old head from N.C. for O.M.
Oh, what a day this was, is and will be. I dropped AP English and my schedule got raped hard. No more Gym with Joelle. No more Film Studies. But I took up TV production with Ms. Hackman (film studies lady) to make up and also because I'm interested in that. Mrs. Shaw is unhappy that I am in her 1st period Bio (over-packed). I might have Gym with Nick, and Lunch with some fellows of mine. Last lunch = :(. Some classes weren't changed. All of this does not change the fact that Mike is moving in with us. Lol! We'll go to Artisan's all the time! Woo! UGH. All of this is so crazy and upsetting. Eh, I was tired of my lunch crew (theatre kids/sophomores). GASP! I might be with Joelle! Hmmm...Wait. Nevermind. Ugh. She has Gym during my new lunch. Eh, I'm bound to find ONE of my friends. Lol. I guess. It'll be embarrassing though. I'll have to drop in early or something. Yeah, there is no way of seeing Joelle. MAYBE if she's taking TV prod. HA! Well, we'll just hang out after school and have a long, meaningful relationship. Lol, I don't care. I just like her. Maybe Ellie Delany is in my lunch. Even so, she sits with JERKS! JERKS. Awh, baby. Woo, daddy. This will be tough socially, easy academically. Hard emotions. Lost love? New love? No love? Oh jeez, dude. I don't know what I'll do. For now, in this new, smelly Study Hall, I'll write it out. Mary Ann? She's chill. I can dig her in Lunch. ARGH, dude. ARGH. But hey. No more AP English and I'm seeing a counselor soon. (mom's calling the bearded counselor today).
Well, see you later.
Love,
Luke Wilson
I Need None Today
"'Now so long', he whispered softly, closing his eyelids with his face turning grey."
I need to go. This is bad.
I need to go. This is bad.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Installation 01.09.96
1.
All at once I found myself in the cold, early morning in the center of the sun-bathed village at Summer's Castle and its doors. No breathing soul wandered the roads around me, and I was accompanied only by my own steaming breath. I was sure not to dirty my shining leather boots in the dirt street for which the market had seen a pretty penny from me. The mercenaries on opposite sides of the ancient entrance slipped eyes at me and laid hands on their holsters. I silently entered the dark hall and noted the village men and women. The children drank their bottles and kissed and embraced one another. The adults, worn and aged, slumped in their seats or lay in melancholy slumber. I waded through the piles and crowds of lowly laborers. I might have looked a knight on a noble quest, if not for my shabby threads and worn leather hat. I finally stepped out of the dark and into the golden sunlight shining elegantly through the tremendous window behind the King and Queen. The King cast a firmly condescending glance upon me, unshaven cheek propped up by his large fist. The Queen of Summer, glowing and graceful, looked through my eyes and into my heart. She knew this cold. She knew this darkness, and she at once lifted her white hand and beckoned me closer. She produced from thin air a wooden cigar box and bid me farewell and much luck.
I started back down the dirt road in the crisp sunrise. I was keen to reveal the box's contents, and so I unlocked the hinge and peered inside. There I found flakes of ash, shreds of cedar, twigs of oak, and a bit of parchment. I unfolded the paper and written on it in gilded letters was a poem and a number:
Stood cold on Rehobeth shores,
Her loved ones close their doors,
And broken apart are they.
Ginger leaves and emerald oceans,
The white moons slow her motions,
And broken apart is she.
Bleeding hearts and fallen soldiers,
Please her tired eyes, the beholder,
And a thorny rose is she.
The fourth of seven and ninety-six,
Damned if ever a man could fix,
But a mourning boy are you.
07.04.96
And into the woods I went.
All at once I found myself in the cold, early morning in the center of the sun-bathed village at Summer's Castle and its doors. No breathing soul wandered the roads around me, and I was accompanied only by my own steaming breath. I was sure not to dirty my shining leather boots in the dirt street for which the market had seen a pretty penny from me. The mercenaries on opposite sides of the ancient entrance slipped eyes at me and laid hands on their holsters. I silently entered the dark hall and noted the village men and women. The children drank their bottles and kissed and embraced one another. The adults, worn and aged, slumped in their seats or lay in melancholy slumber. I waded through the piles and crowds of lowly laborers. I might have looked a knight on a noble quest, if not for my shabby threads and worn leather hat. I finally stepped out of the dark and into the golden sunlight shining elegantly through the tremendous window behind the King and Queen. The King cast a firmly condescending glance upon me, unshaven cheek propped up by his large fist. The Queen of Summer, glowing and graceful, looked through my eyes and into my heart. She knew this cold. She knew this darkness, and she at once lifted her white hand and beckoned me closer. She produced from thin air a wooden cigar box and bid me farewell and much luck.
I started back down the dirt road in the crisp sunrise. I was keen to reveal the box's contents, and so I unlocked the hinge and peered inside. There I found flakes of ash, shreds of cedar, twigs of oak, and a bit of parchment. I unfolded the paper and written on it in gilded letters was a poem and a number:
Stood cold on Rehobeth shores,
Her loved ones close their doors,
And broken apart are they.
Ginger leaves and emerald oceans,
The white moons slow her motions,
And broken apart is she.
Bleeding hearts and fallen soldiers,
Please her tired eyes, the beholder,
And a thorny rose is she.
The fourth of seven and ninety-six,
Damned if ever a man could fix,
But a mourning boy are you.
07.04.96
And into the woods I went.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Sal Paradise
"The pains of love, they keep growing in my heart." - Crown of Love by Arcade Fire
Watch the bricked patterns pass me by
Looking down, ignoring the sky
I am the ground, invisible but needed
We stick close until the beaded
water drains and flows to the old
rivers or the old people that sold
their souls to the city, alone now
I see her beauty but somehow
I need to know if I'm crazy
So I can stop listening to my lazy
Brain, slapping my heart in the face
bitter of digestion but sweet to taste
Watch the bricked patterns pass me by
Looking down, ignoring the sky
I am the ground, invisible but needed
We stick close until the beaded
water drains and flows to the old
rivers or the old people that sold
their souls to the city, alone now
I see her beauty but somehow
I need to know if I'm crazy
So I can stop listening to my lazy
Brain, slapping my heart in the face
bitter of digestion but sweet to taste
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