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Blues
Baritone made to bear loads
of emotion, husky promises and dirty lies.
Oh, you carry me away--
you’re my drug, my irresponsibility
the reason I can’t leave. Until midnight,
when the storm and your tempestuous tone
tell me it’s too late to go.
You groan in the morning
like the creak of an old tired bed
that never aspired to more than one;
like the growl of some beast, naturally
born to flaunt plumage and not to nest.
I never wanted to expect warmth,
to fall asleep to someone else’s scent.
I know your voice is just vibration
I know feeling is just friction
I know the structure of the chemicals
that twist my thoughts to you.
I know patterns of passion
as I watch you in the wild
I know the siren’s song
and it’s the blues.
Ever since before I knew you
you’ve been the tears
I can’t sing away.
before:
You swam out to fetch the symbolic red bucket
washed up on the sandbar
What it meant--
I never really cared.
after:
You swim out to fetch a symbolic red bucket
abandoned on the sandbar.
I never really cared
what it might have meant.
Slightly better, I think, so the Fountain will be suffering through this on Monday.
bumper stickers
the illustrated guide to breaking your computer
about music and marketing
also, "Blogging Their Hearts Out" -- "high school blogging appears to develop maturity as well as creativity"
where i'll be for half of spring break
and the other half
I googled for "things that would amuse me" and this is what I found
All right, folks, looking for a bit of advice here. How do you flirt with a guy you're friends with without seeming:
a.) desperate
b.) insane
c.) stalkerish
d.) like just friends wouldn't be enough
...And just when I was resigned and nice and comfortable, I get my excuses pulled out from under me. Would guys like me, do you think, if I lost thirty pounds and wore makeup?
Blues
Baritone made to bear loads
of emotion, husky promises and dirty lies.
Oh, you carry me away--
you’re my drug, my irresponsibility
the reason I can’t leave. Until midnight,
when the storm and your tempestuous tone
tell me it’s too late to go.
You groan in the morning
like the creak of an old tired bed
that never aspired to more than one;
like the growl of some beast, naturally
born to flaunt plumage and not to nest.
I never wanted to expect warmth,
to fall asleep to someone else’s scent.
I know your voice is just vibration
I know feeling is just friction
I know the structure of the chemicals
that twist my thoughts to you.
I know patterns of passion
as I watch you in the wild
I know the siren’s song
and it’s the blues.
Ever since before I knew you
you’ve been the tears
I can’t sing away.
before:
You swam out to fetch the symbolic red bucket
washed up on the sandbar
What it meant--
I never really cared.
after:
You swim out to fetch a symbolic red bucket
abandoned on the sandbar.
I never really cared
what it might have meant.
Slightly better, I think, so the Fountain will be suffering through this on Monday.
bumper stickers
the illustrated guide to breaking your computer
about music and marketing
also, "Blogging Their Hearts Out" -- "high school blogging appears to develop maturity as well as creativity"
where i'll be for half of spring break
and the other half
I googled for "things that would amuse me" and this is what I found
All right, folks, looking for a bit of advice here. How do you flirt with a guy you're friends with without seeming:
a.) desperate
b.) insane
c.) stalkerish
d.) like just friends wouldn't be enough
...And just when I was resigned and nice and comfortable, I get my excuses pulled out from under me. Would guys like me, do you think, if I lost thirty pounds and wore makeup?
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Date: 2004-03-19 04:41 am (UTC)Number 2-I think the new stanza flows better. The first one is still good though.
Number 3-Flirting, as far as I could ever tell, was just super friendliness. Not, I mean, lavish-you-with-attention super friendliness. You just smile a little bit more when they talk, make eye contact, you know. Or at least, that's all I ever did and people called it flirting.
Number 4-Would guys like me, do you think, if I lost thirty pounds and wore makeup? No guy is worth changing yourself for, and the one who is likes you just the way you are. I never wear makeup, unless its a special occassion. And if you start thinking "If I lose x# of pounds..." you end up going to very bad places. If you want to do it because you want to do it or you want to be healthier or something, that's different. But if you are losing weight to look for acceptance or for guys to like you, it's not always a good thing. Confidence is the most attractive thing in the world.
Marie Claire did an experiment, where they took a bathing suit picture of a woman who wore a size 14 and they put in on the sides of two trucks. One truck also had the words "I think I'm sexy, do you?" and the other said "I think I'm fat, do you?" Overwhelmingly, the people polled agreed with the sentiment on the truck. And even the people who said agreed that she was fat often added, "But that doesn't mean she's unattractive." or "I still think she's pretty." It's all a matter of confidence.
*goes to take a spoonful of her own advice*
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Date: 2004-03-19 04:53 am (UTC)3 -- yes, but I'm DOING that. :P *shrugs* It's the guy I've talked about before, and the thing is I tease everyone and I smile at everyone and I can't quite seem to figure out the nuances that push this interaction this way and that one that way. But then maybe nobody can and other people are just better at faking it. :P
4 -- I'd never heard of that experiment... that's really interesting. And you're totally, totally right and I should listen, but it's one of those things (as I'm sure you know) that's so easy to say, "oh yeah, I agree, and it's really all about what I think of myself" and hard to actually feel that way.