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Previous - this entry written on February 05, 2002 at 10:50 pm - Next Look I'm standing naked before you don't you want more than my sex I can scream as loud as your last one but I can't claim innocence... Oh God could it be the weather? Oh God why am I here? if love isn't forever and it's not the weather hand me my leather... I could just pretend that you love me the night would loose all sense of fear but why do I need you to love me you can't hold what I hold dear Oh God could it be the weather? Oh God why am I here? if love isn't forever and it's not the weather hand me my leather... I almost ran over an angel he had a nice big fat cigar innocence he said you're alone here so if you jump you'd best jump far oh god could it be the weather? oh god why am I here? if love isn't forever and it's not the weather... oh god could it be the weather? oh god it's so very clear if love isn't forever and it's not the weather ...hand me my leather... Random thoughts of Christina, and Armand, and a hedgehog and snow and peanut-butter-hypothermia and long long nights wandering through a shitty little backwater town... daydreams of long drives and techno music playing in the car, stolen chicken strips and white chocolate, and do you remember foolin' around at the Astor column? What about the sound of Legend playing up in the music room, and Elric's voice, and listening to Rie... gods, she sang... and her spat with yet another Mike - what is it with Mikes? - and there was that time when Cynthia and Rie and I were all around the piano in the arto room... and Philo, gods, I can't forget Philo, the starry background and the private messages, talking back and forth with Al-X and Nebbie and Darksky and Jaze and LostSoul and of course Little Kajira prancing around like she owned the place because hey, she at least owned part of it... Lizardman, and Seagull with his feather and his femininity, and there was so much confusion in the world but it was all ok... long rainy days, long dark nights, I carried a pack of Marlboro cigarettes in my purse and a lighter in my pocket and I was dressed in black. Thinner, although not skinny by any means. Shorter, but not by much. Stupider, but in some ways braver too, and so foolish... I miss back porches and kippersnacks, I miss getting stoned, I miss daydreaming about boys who I could actually touch and feel instead of missing people I've never met, wanting people who are far away, loving people I can't hold when I wake up at night crying... but I have memories to hold me through. I remember the coast. And, funny, today I kinda enjoy the memories. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
