this song, it's my favorite one on here, always skips in the same place. every time. I even looked at the display through the entire song so I would know how many minutes, how many seconds until the break. and yet, I always forget. Every time it shocks me, the sudden silence that I knew was coming.
been going through old papers, presumably mine. this handwriting I once would have recognized. random scraps of bad poetry from different eons.
-Help me, make me stop, but let your hands linger when you do. Carefully avoiding the truth.
-His name is Abe. His wife has been dead for years. He used to enjoy chess, but these days he forgets which pieces are his.
-My life would be perfect if I never went stagnant.
-ants only bend the grass, shake the earth when you're watching.
-I only hate her because I'd be a slut too if I were as beautiful.
-Soap opera sweetie, press your make-up lips to powdered skin, bring up your celluloid tears. Detached, hot grip of reality.
-The sound of books, and the quiet, squished-up lives of bugs.
-Fuck.
Posted by samantha at July 19, 2004 02:34 AMi found and old book of poems from 10th grade;
oh man ...horrible
Wait though, sometimes there are snippets of strong stuff in its midst. There is some of that here.
Posted by: charles at July 19, 2004 04:51 PMor more than some
Posted by: cf at July 19, 2004 08:23 PM