Gimme Shelter

Are you still feeling nervous?
Don’t feel nervous.
Shit happens.

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I’ve never been a stranger to lying and I’ve never had a problem doing so. It’s lies and lies again. But this time around, I’m wondering if the lie is going to go too far. I’m worried but I don’t know whether or not I should be.

Maybe it’s because I still don’t know how it feels like…that’s why it’s much easier for me. I’m sure that it’s a great thing – I have a feeling it might feel like a Leonard Cohen song or something like that – but at the same time, I wonder if there are too many people who undermine it all too often.

Please excuse me if all this sounds familiar. Bowie was Davey Jones. The Beatles took a cue from the Supremes. Apparently, the story about them knocking out “I Wanna Be Your Man” in half an hour is a myth. I wonder where that came from. Oh wait…

Give me a minute…

I don’t know. Recently, my words seem to make no sense. You know that piano part? Fucking fantastic shit that is. I don’t know. Lately, my thoughts don’t seem to be straight. You know those words? I don’t. But you do. I know you do.

You got the warning…don’t say I didn’t warn you. You got the warning…don’t say I didn’t. And if you’d had paid any attention at all, you’d fuck off.

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Are you still feeling nervous?


ABCD...

The Problem with Thursdays

One coffee isn’t enough. Let’s add an espresso. One espresso isn’t enough. Let’s add a few more cups.

It’s not hard to wake up because I never slept.
It doesn’t matter that the cup is chipped. Straighten out the dollar bills. If Argentina can do it then we should too. Speak a tongue and pour a cup. This is almost exactly what I felt when I listened to “Brown Sugar” on headphones for the very first time. The nape of the neck, the back of the head – so this is what it feels like. Thank you. I lie often, but this is for real. Don’t don’t believe me. Please. We’re forty years too late but it’s alright – the Mersey is still standing and it still feels like rain.

This coffee is a pain in the head…but I drink it anyways.
This coffee can’t get to rest…but I drink it anyways.
This coffee is sunken eyes…but I drink it anyways.

You see? It’s just my own problem really.

Twenty-Seven

It’s hard to make any sense of it,
But I guess we should still try.
After all, though he’s rested
His poor aching skin and bones,
He told me that this is all I need

So maybe it’s cold like ice outside,
It’s still alright because we’d
Rather freeze than burn away.
And before she went to sleep,
She told me to get it while I can

It’s still too early in the morning,
It’s still too late in the night.
Though I’m not exactly sure
What really happened to him,
He told me this thing is real and not fade away

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Damn straight we can be eloquent too!
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We'll Love Aladdin Sane...maybe

Fuck this shit. I take it back COMPLETELY...

I HATE crushes. I HATE crushes. I HATE crushes.


Wow. I am soooo going to feel that in the morning...

Get Up and Do it Again

Step 1: Coming up with excuses to be there
Step 2: Picking outfits the day before
Step 3: Butterflies in the stomach…getting REALLY scared
Step 4: Arriving
Step 5: Freezing up or acting too cool for school, i.e. fronting. BLEGH.
Step 6: Getting angry at self
Step 7: Touch, Feel, Lose
Step 8: repeat 1 through 7

I love girly crushes...

(I have the biggest crush ever on Gene Kelly)