telepathboy

I think Michael Jackson is the whole reason I became goth-esque. Think about it... what's your first memory of finding zombies attractive? And your earliest memory of Vincent Price's wonderful, wonderful laugh? Now just admit it, do the little zombie dance, and scream like a high pitched girl.

Or not, whatever.

I headed out to Roxy's party today... she told me about it at what, eleven? It started at two. I had some other plans, but I could postpone them a bit for my Roxy. So after Edwin picked me up, we headed over there... for a few minutes. Edwin was giving off major "I don't want to be here" vibes... so we made our way out...

So sorry to Roxy and to Megan for having to bail after being there for only a few minutes. But as we were leaving, like 4 strapping young gentlemen showed up to replace Edwin and I... so I'm sure you weren't at a loss for maleness for too long. Even if I am the greatest guy ever, I can't quite add up to four guys at once, now can I? Bad image...

I fucked my shoulder up earlier tearing apart this tree. Well, the tree wasn't as much of an issue as the miscellaneous foliage that had writhed their greasy little... umm... foliageness... fuck. You get the idea. My shoulder hurts.

After that, we went up to Sea-Tac and geeked the night away, as per usual. Then we came back to Tacoma, and hung out with a slightly-buzzed Amber and her extremely-buzzed friends for a few because we didn't have anything better to do. Well, I would have been fine with coming home and sleeping... or maybe making up for lost time at Roxy's party. Whateva! I did have a pretty good time seeing Amber again and catching up with her... but I wasn't drinking, so it was a little weird. Not with Amber so much, as everyone else with their drink on. It's awkward to not drink... peer pressure at it's finest, I suppose.

I'm done, I suppose. Tomorrow... church, then hanging out with Megan for awhile. Possibly going up to TG and peeking in on Michelle. I really hate hospitals, but I feel she might want someone at least slightly-supportive there, for a few minutes at least. Who knows? 9 lbs, 14 oz, 21 inches long. That's a big, big child.

these phantom thoughts
of lily white
have cast their stones
to mock my plight
while one by one
fidelity sings
of prayers a-falling
of terrible things
slowly but surely
they fall at my feet
charcoal surrounding
encompass complete
such innocent pebbles
becoming a wall
to cover this darkness
to cover it all
mountain, my home
no light can escape
my heart will be stone
and my soul will have to wait