So I bought the new Duran album the day it came out. "She thinks I've just forgotten?" NEVER. Imagine the best tasting, refreshing drink you could hope to ever quaff down, yet never tasted, other than in theory. Then imagine it being pissed in before you could ever take a swallow or a sip. Triviality? "Pretend." Lie, and die. I've not been able to face a fucking Olivia Newton john song, maybe not as long as I live ever again. Worse... Moving on, you said. I eat those bullets, sadly. "In this chamber, lit by scandal..." You're the bullet in the barrel. "You're the last thing as I'm falling..." Bloody roaring, still I'm calling out. I'm calling out. To not be heard, to be left screaming... Wishing for Mediterrania, expecting Antarctica... My two favorite songs off the new album are Mediterranea and The Man Who Stole a Leopard. I could quote this whole album, I just don't have enough space. "You've small children who can easily be molded." Mine gave up on me that day of the Superbowl. You've no idea yet how much pain that causes. I still feel worse than the repercussions. I wanna say many more things. Tell me how I can? Give me a code.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Is That a Fool's Tail...?
So I bought the new Duran album the day it came out. "She thinks I've just forgotten?" NEVER. Imagine the best tasting, refreshing drink you could hope to ever quaff down, yet never tasted, other than in theory. Then imagine it being pissed in before you could ever take a swallow or a sip. Triviality? "Pretend." Lie, and die. I've not been able to face a fucking Olivia Newton john song, maybe not as long as I live ever again. Worse... Moving on, you said. I eat those bullets, sadly. "In this chamber, lit by scandal..." You're the bullet in the barrel. "You're the last thing as I'm falling..." Bloody roaring, still I'm calling out. I'm calling out. To not be heard, to be left screaming... Wishing for Mediterrania, expecting Antarctica... My two favorite songs off the new album are Mediterranea and The Man Who Stole a Leopard. I could quote this whole album, I just don't have enough space. "You've small children who can easily be molded." Mine gave up on me that day of the Superbowl. You've no idea yet how much pain that causes. I still feel worse than the repercussions. I wanna say many more things. Tell me how I can? Give me a code.
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Not a day goes by that I do not think of you. I imagine that you're happy and I am just a faded memory. I miss hearing your voice, reading your texts and especially seeing you on FB. I still sign on hoping that you've reinstated your account. Tell me--if I didn't actually feel love for you why is it so hard to move on? I was "in love with someone I never actually met." How is that possible? I've gone through so many emotions, I don't think there's one that I haven't felt yet. You've had quite the impact on me. And yet, I still look for that tiny pink prick of light to come blazing through the shadows. We could have been each other's saviors, instead I feel crucified. I don't know what sort of code to give you that I haven't already. Blueberry pancakes? Youtube inbox? I still watch the T-Rex cover though I'll never be able to listen to ONJ or Duran ever again. To hear your voice again would be wonderful, even if it's just to say "you're such a fool."
No, you're not. I probably am, to you. And that makes me a sad panda. You don't know, or probably don't even care... but I do. I think about you every fucking day. Your voice, your everything.
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