Lord she's gone done left me done packed / up and split
and I with no way to make her
come back and everywhere the world is bare
bright bone white crystal sand glistens
dope death dead dying and jiving drove
her away made her take her laughter and her smiles
and her softness and her midnight sighs
Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky
fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds
and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth
fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and
democracy and communism fuck smack and pot
and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph and mary fuck
god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon
and malcolm fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck
the whole muthafucking thing
all i want now is my woman back
so my soul can sing
no way! do you know the name of the movies he'll be in? 'he' being neil from the young ones, by the way... i just realized that your comment is about a month old and i'm really ashamed how long it's been since i've updated.
i AM happy, actually! albeit in a shut-down, numbed-off kind of way. very all-amercian-style.
ah, unrequited love. what's up with you and that, you punishment glutton? still, sounds like you're getting your kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames. dare i say: good for you.
summer makes me feel so feckin creative. which is al-right.
i'm afraid what popped to mind first was x-factor. this is the thing: a dude friend of mine was talking about his new girlfriend, ticking off all of her plus-es (good breeding - he literally said that - , nice tight dancer's body, pretty face, great work ethic, attentiveness to her family and to him, vulnerability, etc.) and i was like DUDE. a loved one isn't the sum of his/her parts. if you love a freak, you love a freak, there's nothing you can do about it. you fall in love with what's just behind your loved one; what teases you in the periphery but can't be looked at squarely and can't be named (notice how i killed two birds there by absolving myself of the naming task!). he just didn't get me. he went back to the checklist. the thing is, some people fit the list, but there's no effing spark or whatever. some people are ugly, irresponsible, can't make a bologna sanwich to save their life yet make you limp when you think about them. ("them" being someone i knew well for about a year about two years ago, but i digress, it could be anyone, just an example . . .) man, too much green tea for kenyon.
there's something masochistic, thrilling, and oddly satisfying about unrequited love. anticipation is sometimes an ends unto itself, like the way daydreaming feels so goodl
i don't know what the fuck i'm talking about, yet i SO do, too.
