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I miss the comfort in being sad...



I miss Kurt sometimes. Actually, a lot of times. I miss all the songs I've never heard, the ones I'll never hear. I miss that smile, that snarl, that sneer. I miss the wit, the wile, the wonder.

I had a mind to try to stop you.
let me in. let me in.
but I've got tar on my feet and I can't see.
all the birds look down and laugh at me.
clumsy, crawling out of my skin.

hey, let me in.
--R.E.M.



How does someone you never met, never knew, never will...how do they affect you so deeply? How can they know you so well when they never knew you at all?



Your scent is still here, in my place of recovery



The guitar claws kept tightening, I guess on your heart stem.
The loops of feedback and distortion, threaded right thru
Lucifer's wisdom teeth, and never stopped their reverbrating
In your mind

And from the stage
All the faces out front seemed so hungry
With an unbearably wholesome misunderstanding

From where they sat, you seemed so far up there
High and live and diving

And instead you were swamp crawling
Down, deeper
Until you tasted the Earth's own blood
And chatted with the Buzzing-eyed insects that heroin breeds
--Jim Carroll



Too late
He sleeps with angels
Too soon
He's always on someone's mind
He sleeps with angels
He sleeps with angels
--Neil Young



Truth, covered in security
I can't let you smother me
I'd like to but it wouldn't work
Trading off and taking turns
I don't regret a thing



A denial. A denial. A denial...



He lies in an empty room
With his hair burnt to the back
It sure sounds funny
When you say his name like that
--For Squirrels "Mighty K.C."




I miss the comfort in being sad...