| Someone Changed the LyricsI don’t mean to sound too vehement, but Think twice, it’s
not alright. Which means, don’t let it
die, don’t say good-bye, don’t let anybody kill the fucking glow. By the way, when I quote a song, my intent is
for the whole song to be slightly implicated.
Anyway. Neil Young: lotta love
“my heart needs protection and so do I.”
everything smells like strawberry fields but everybody knows
it’s really a gray room or really a rainy room with no book and no blanket and
no fire, no one to hold us. it’s a gray
room far away or high up on a gray sea.
I don’t know. there’s a lot that
scares me. it’s easier to escape to
these abstractions.
I was going to write that She wrote me an e-mail and she’s
following some other guy across the country. But
I barely have enough psychic energy to worry about the she I promised
not to write about. Oh, but She did write that I can't stop
searching for myself. Maybe she reads this site...
In other news, my life is suddenly full. I’m teaching full time at a local charter
school, two miles from my home. Started
today. It’s the perfect situation, but a
shit-load of work, and only just thrown upon me. And right now, it feels like it’s sucking the
fun, or I guess pleasure to be more accurate, out of life. I just need to really get going. Get some lesson plans under my belt and know I’ll
be able to work well with these haumana, not to mention the fucking standards. Hmm…I wonder if I need to start censoring
those facebook pics of myself.
And one more:
There was a time you let me know whats really going on
below,
but now you never show it to me, do you? (and)
Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too,
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
(I always thought those songs were the same…round and round
and round we spin…) |
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