Red Letter Year - June 27th, 2006

Oh man.

I'm in love with Reprieve.  Yes, I was one of those who bought it this weekend when it leaked onto iTunes.

I love how that woman gets inside my fuckin' head and stirs my brains with those fake nail claws of hers.

I'm very nervous about this Montana move.  I haven't heard a damned thing about plane tickets or the other stuff I'm supposed to fill out.  I keep calling but no luck.  Maybe I'm not moving to Montana after all.  I saw a show on LOGO about gay people in Montana and that state is full of fags---so it won't be as Conservative as I thought.

I went nuts this evening and played 20 Ani songs on my guitars in a row, non stop.  Wow, no wonder that woman's hands and wrists hurt so bad...

Packing pees in my butt.

I miss Jessie.  I miss speech.  I miss Scott and everybody else.  Why the fuck did I agree to move out to butt fuck nowhere Montana?  Why isn't there anybody to make me stay here?

I'm going to turn and walk away
You wait until I am far along
Then run and come and catch my arm
and say you'd die if I were gone

Oh to feel the thump of a note
that beating inside your chest
Matched only in intensity
Through him at his best
To come forth with such passion
Filling with fear
as that thumping comes close
as that thumping gets near

Hypnotized by the vibrations that shake your eyes
Blurring the obvious
until it's too far away to see
Until it's too far from you
and too far from me

This table with is silverware
gently dancing in between
What was once an object of desire
Hidden behind a smoke screen
Faded from grey to a dingy haze
Clear enough to see through this time
As my hand reaches through
Wrapping my fingers around you

metaphorically thumping in time
our pulses in sync with the breeze
you pulse through my fingertips
conveying wishes and needs
unspoken

Until it's too far away to see
Too far from you
and too far from me