I think its getting to the point ( Read more... )

I am walking
out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan
of the dial tone again
and I am getting
nowhere with you
and I can't let it go
and I can't get through...
the old woman behind the pink curtains
and the closed door
on the first floor
she's listening through the air shaft
to see how long our swan song can last
and both hands
now use ( Read more... )

(spoken and with a british accent)

oh. my. god.
they left me alone to work, all by myself, nobody in the room, nobody in the next two or three offices in either direction, and I, have gone insane.
Utterly, and completely, insane. 
Well actually it's not so bad as most days, and for once I can sing unrestrainedly which is a relief, quite as walking out ( Read more... )

And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox,
wondering where the hell all the love has gone.

or better yet. city girl by tegan and sarah..

im listening to the decemberists, theyre sad, association and lyrics-wise. 
what happens always adjusts to fit what happened after that, which is why...
every frikin song has something.
the ones i have, anyway.

will you read this when you're away and just leave me a comment here and there? or just talk to me when i call, or if you decide, on the off ( Read more... )

it didnt happen,
but it hurts.

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two.
with sar, sam, ben, and david.
rather alright, i'd say.

all after this fretful afternoon.
so stressful, we didnt do anything, i am sure he was bored, but we talked, he listened, we joked, it might have gone somewhere had i gone to the show? we're too easily close with each other...
i should have gone- i was too... cowardly.
i dreaded feeling out of ( Read more... )

I want to defy everything.

It's not my breathing body that makes this move.

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