All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
grad school WHAT?
ok, i am applying to 3 grad schools, in order of favoritism:
1. UC Berkeley (of course! this is the place for me!)
2. UC Davis (closer to my homies in Sac, must remind myself that 31 is the new 21)
and finally,
3. Evergreen State in Olympia, Washington.
while i know people in cali, i do not know a soul in Olympia. i hear it's great though.
as long as i am on the west coast, i will be the happiest grad student in the world!!! :D (and i'll work my ass off too.)
now, what the hell do i study?
1. UC Berkeley (of course! this is the place for me!)
2. UC Davis (closer to my homies in Sac, must remind myself that 31 is the new 21)
and finally,
3. Evergreen State in Olympia, Washington.
while i know people in cali, i do not know a soul in Olympia. i hear it's great though.
as long as i am on the west coast, i will be the happiest grad student in the world!!! :D (and i'll work my ass off too.)
now, what the hell do i study?
Friday, November 23, 2007
just a rumor
This mellow, sweet short-haired boy
Woman offers, pull up a seat.
Take in one symphony
We have just begun to battle.
Wrap your heel in bones of steel
Turn the leg, a twist of color.
Autumn waited hold it to you
In the colored came another.
[chorus]
Seven chinese brothers swallowing the ocean
Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain
She will return
She will return
This mellow, sweet short-haired boy
Woman offers to pull up a seat
Take in one symphony now
We've just begun to battle
Wrap your heel in bones of steel
Turn the leg, a twist of color
Autumn waited hold it to you
In the colored come another
Seven chinese brothrs swallowing the ocean
Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain
She will return, she will return
This mellow sweet short-haired boy
Woman offers to pull up a chai=r
Take in one symphony now
I guess we lost that battle
Wrap your heel in bones of steel
Turn the leg, a twist of color
Autumn waited seven seas
Swimming colored came
Seven chinese brothers swallowing the ocean
Seven thousand years the commune did reign
She will return, she will return, she will return!
Woman offers, pull up a seat.
Take in one symphony
We have just begun to battle.
Wrap your heel in bones of steel
Turn the leg, a twist of color.
Autumn waited hold it to you
In the colored came another.
[chorus]
Seven chinese brothers swallowing the ocean
Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain
She will return
She will return
This mellow, sweet short-haired boy
Woman offers to pull up a seat
Take in one symphony now
We've just begun to battle
Wrap your heel in bones of steel
Turn the leg, a twist of color
Autumn waited hold it to you
In the colored come another
Seven chinese brothrs swallowing the ocean
Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain
She will return, she will return
This mellow sweet short-haired boy
Woman offers to pull up a chai=r
Take in one symphony now
I guess we lost that battle
Wrap your heel in bones of steel
Turn the leg, a twist of color
Autumn waited seven seas
Swimming colored came
Seven chinese brothers swallowing the ocean
Seven thousand years the commune did reign
She will return, she will return, she will return!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
fun is free
get me out of this town.
i won't say that i don't care where i go, because i DO care. i want to be surrounded with people a little more like myself, and i know that there are places like that.
right now, i am surrounded by expensive car people. i do not know them, nor their family legacies. i wouldn't dare intrude upon their empires, as they've stayed high above mine.
get me out of this town.
i know my neighbors by the cars they drive. i like my coworkers, but used to love them. some of the ones i loved are still there, but many have moved on. it's time i move on.
the towns nearby aren't quite the same, but i don't think i'm quite fit for them either.
sometimes it's fun to be that crumbling bastion of rebellion; that's when young people talk to you and think you're cool. it might be a novelty, who knows. but i'm not sure i want to stay around and fight all by myself anymore.
the greater northeast hates me. well, parts of it anyway. they already know me and they've already made up their mind. my grandmother used to live there.
my other grandmother used to live downtown, in center city. that was where i learned to feel my heart beating in my own body. she lived in the art museum district and painted.
but yeah, i think i need to go. before the deep freeze, anyway.
if my life is cut short...and so many young people are losing their lives these days...i want it to be in a place where i am happy, not lonely and freakish. not in a place where people like me are pushed out into oblivion. i've been through a lot.
i want to stop delaying happiness for myself. i don't know how, other than to wait for things to unfold themselves. i want a sensitive, colorful place to discover. i want a room of my own, just like this one but when i look out the window, it would be different.
i won't say that i don't care where i go, because i DO care. i want to be surrounded with people a little more like myself, and i know that there are places like that.
right now, i am surrounded by expensive car people. i do not know them, nor their family legacies. i wouldn't dare intrude upon their empires, as they've stayed high above mine.
get me out of this town.
i know my neighbors by the cars they drive. i like my coworkers, but used to love them. some of the ones i loved are still there, but many have moved on. it's time i move on.
the towns nearby aren't quite the same, but i don't think i'm quite fit for them either.
sometimes it's fun to be that crumbling bastion of rebellion; that's when young people talk to you and think you're cool. it might be a novelty, who knows. but i'm not sure i want to stay around and fight all by myself anymore.
the greater northeast hates me. well, parts of it anyway. they already know me and they've already made up their mind. my grandmother used to live there.
my other grandmother used to live downtown, in center city. that was where i learned to feel my heart beating in my own body. she lived in the art museum district and painted.
but yeah, i think i need to go. before the deep freeze, anyway.
if my life is cut short...and so many young people are losing their lives these days...i want it to be in a place where i am happy, not lonely and freakish. not in a place where people like me are pushed out into oblivion. i've been through a lot.
i want to stop delaying happiness for myself. i don't know how, other than to wait for things to unfold themselves. i want a sensitive, colorful place to discover. i want a room of my own, just like this one but when i look out the window, it would be different.
to the writers on strike
do you think edgar allen poe had health benefits?
there are those of us not lucky enough to write for hollywood, or TV. some of us live in government institutions. some of us have mental disabilities. i have been diagnosed with a mental illness, to which my government says, "you're educated. find a living."
yeah, i guess i'm educated. "book-smart," as the tough kids like to say. when i get inspired, i write on my blogspot blog, or this one. maybe i should be paying shipping and handling fees to be sending my work in on paper somewhere. kill some trees. the truth is, my most worldly possession is my personal computer. i can only afford to live in my mother's house, and the things that inspire me are never going to make me millions of dollars. that's our economy right now.
the "fortune," then, is your audience, you jackasses. think about the girls and boys who scrabble around the newsstand at your local bookstore, cleaning up after all the patrons have feasted on your ideas, without purchasing a single magazine. yeah, think about us. and i'm sorry to be so bitter, but i want my MTV, i want my american dream too, even if i have seen the inside of some bad places, been on welfare, been homeless, and been left for dead or retarded by local legislature.
there are those of us not lucky enough to write for hollywood, or TV. some of us live in government institutions. some of us have mental disabilities. i have been diagnosed with a mental illness, to which my government says, "you're educated. find a living."
yeah, i guess i'm educated. "book-smart," as the tough kids like to say. when i get inspired, i write on my blogspot blog, or this one. maybe i should be paying shipping and handling fees to be sending my work in on paper somewhere. kill some trees. the truth is, my most worldly possession is my personal computer. i can only afford to live in my mother's house, and the things that inspire me are never going to make me millions of dollars. that's our economy right now.
the "fortune," then, is your audience, you jackasses. think about the girls and boys who scrabble around the newsstand at your local bookstore, cleaning up after all the patrons have feasted on your ideas, without purchasing a single magazine. yeah, think about us. and i'm sorry to be so bitter, but i want my MTV, i want my american dream too, even if i have seen the inside of some bad places, been on welfare, been homeless, and been left for dead or retarded by local legislature.
jezebel at home
last night in my car
i cried in fear that
you were the last one
who'll know me.
i'll be old maybe,
a real character in my neighborhood
like i've always been;
i've never had a single friend
in this neighborhood.
and i'll need someone, won't i!
to help keep me in line,
to cook for anyway,
to make silence
more sweet.
i remember anton,
the best neighbor i had.
i think of all the neighborhood black cats
like ink-spots, places to settle down
when you're tired and ready.
.
when i look in the mirror
will i find her there someday?
my very own "old laughing lady?"
laughin' right back at me?
i cried in fear that
you were the last one
who'll know me.
i'll be old maybe,
a real character in my neighborhood
like i've always been;
i've never had a single friend
in this neighborhood.
and i'll need someone, won't i!
to help keep me in line,
to cook for anyway,
to make silence
more sweet.
i remember anton,
the best neighbor i had.
i think of all the neighborhood black cats
like ink-spots, places to settle down
when you're tired and ready.
.
when i look in the mirror
will i find her there someday?
my very own "old laughing lady?"
laughin' right back at me?
Monday, November 12, 2007
chap on a stick
i'm soft, like a woman. and i'm free now...like a cowgirl. and i'm NOT locked up somewhere, and i have all my limbs and i can feed myself and have excellent urinary and bowel control, and i believe these attributes and more will enable me to ride off into the sunset, like a lady, darn it!
"go to bed," you say. stop doing your victory/misery dance all over the airwaves and just find some version of relaxation after...a night of...break-up-age. you. crazy. bitch.
but "you" aren't there to reign me in, or to call me crazy. no one is here but me, and i'm not lonely, and i'm no crazier than anyone else, and i think it's gonna be ok tonight.
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