yuck.

Jun 01, 2006 11:27

i feel like hell ( Read more... )

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the_dreamer1311 June 1 2006, 20:00:42 UTC
i think my cat is hiding on the windows ledge.

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punkerspelunker June 1 2006, 22:35:55 UTC
"Sick and sad again, some people like the rain to end. Sick and sad again, sometimes I like to stand on my own 2 feet"

The rain ends toots. Don't you fret it. We should hang out. It's been a while, and I'm probably moving soon. So hit me up via this thing or the good ol Myspace.

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i found it sis. vert June 3 2006, 21:28:49 UTC
It creeps, her swaying with movie-star sadness, always the straight man to your Costello. Caine to your Abel. The contrasts are ridiculous really. Eyes clotted, mouth sanguine, bled of harmony, heavy-limbed; a half-forgotten piano melody tuned raw as a late-morning train, a cold green bottle pushed into your belly, putting the night into your nightmares. It creeps, like your favorite song sung behind the door, and all those fey boys up against it. In this cold studio with one low light bulb and two thin walls, it slams you in that distilled tap-shoed moment before waking. Then away and later, she comes up swallowing, pulling open the curtains announcing the day: clamour, the chaos, the phone: 'Mama,' she says, in a skipped heart-beat drawl. 'I kissed my first big city man.' She nods, leans back, and looks out the grey sky, arranging her ankles, just so, against the glass table-top: a blue-veined child-thigh in repose. She watches your face, the planes in the low morning sky. "Mama," she says, "he's got diamonds in his mouth ( ... )

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Re: i found it sis. dull_glitter June 5 2006, 02:25:15 UTC
its been a long time since i've thought of that poem. thanks gary:)

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