It is everything built to borrow
made of a moment or two of sorrow
with a roof pitched of tar and nicotine
and everything good that is in between
that has taken three hundred days
sometimes filtered through a painted haze
while holding breath without suffocation
there is love and hate, anguish and elation
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anon, I tell myself crap every day though, like I'm going to lose 100 pounds and be happy and stuff. Sometimes it helps to keep telling yourself stuff, whether it's gonna happen or not.
And anon, are you totally happy with your life? Are there things that you yearn for? I totally do not mean that in a bitchy way, I'm just having a Pollyanna night, lately I've only been talking to Miss T on AIM, I think she's infected me!
But it's not. How can you not think it's so stupid of her to think that those fantasies are real? A docter, a writer, come on. Get a grip.
"anon, I tell myself crap every day though, li"
At least Carrie admits that Kapunua is telling herself Crap. I dont' think Kapu can admit that to herself.
Well, I'm thinking people can become writers at any age.
Um... you, EP?
See, though, that's all twisty with my words and stuff. I said I was telling ME crap. But I can see how you took it, but I didn't so much mean it that way.
They know you didn't mean it that way, Carrie.
Yes but she is not good enough to become a real writer. That much is obvious. You can tell. Her 'talent' is so over rated on here. Amy is quite so much better. Many are. And the doctor thing..... dont' even let me get started. I already said how I feel about that lie.
I just, I respect anon opinions too, I don't want to be disliked by anyone, that is my foible.
being disliked by Kapunua would be a compliment.
nah, I don't think that so much.
Well it is better to be liked. To be a better person. When you get someone like Kapunua, she doesn't care what people think. She takes over the whole blog and tramples their feelings into the ground with the endless links and endless poetry. Ask her to stop and she won't. That is not the makings of compassion. It is just being a bitch.
And I kinda admit I wish I knew who you are, just for reference sake.
Nw it is quite late and SOME of us have to work on the weekend. Because SOME of us can hold a job. Unlike SOME people who can't hold a job and still think that they are going to go off and be a doctor when they are already in their 30s. I bade you all a good night.
But dude, she does, she does care what people think. I wish you could see that.
Night, anon.
yeah I was cooking RW and realised soooo late I thought I'd just shuffle out of view
Sheesh.
Oooo! What were you cooking, EP?
I don't hold a job, does that make me less?
According to SOME, it does.
bye anon
you do your best in your life and worry less about others
Yeah, and I think she wanted to bid us all a good night. But I'm all trying not to be judgey and stuff.
I find myself biting my tongue more and more here in an effort not to be baited by anonymous "well-wishers". But it's not always easy.
RW it's Father's Day and I have a rosemary garlic foccaccia, I made an Impossible pie (for week lunchboxes) and will be doing an italian pork dish for dinner and a choc bread & butter pudding
I have Absolution and Black Holes, what else do I need to be in the loop?
I made an Impossible pie
0_0
What's that??
Can I come to your place for dinner, EP?
carrie i think Absolution first then Showbiz then Origin of Symmetry
RW for sure!
i'll google the pie it's mix all together and
the base settles, a coconut crust forms and like a custardy mmiddle.
there is an impossible quiche too
Going to Amazon now Ergo.
sorry carrie i missed you saying you had absolution, i like showbiz over o of s
but it has some good ones.
no capitals i'm on the phone
Impossible Pie - Matt Cramer
Serving size: Serves 4
INGREDIENTS
1/2 cup butter
1 cup sugar
4 eggs
1/2 cup plain flour
2 cups milk
1 cup coconut
2 tsp vanilla essence
METHOD
Combine butter and sugar in a bowl of an electric mixer, and beat until pale and creamy. Add eggs one at a time until incorporated. Add remaining ingredients and mix well.
Grease a round baking and pour in mixer. Bake in a pre-heated 180 degrees C oven for approximately 45 minutes or until firm and cooked through.
Place into individual serving plates and serve with custard or ice cream.
Savoury impossible pie/quiche
From: 'All time favourites' Australian Women's Weekly
Serving size: Serves 4
Cuisine type: Traditional
Cooking time: More than 1 hour
Course: Lunch, Main
INGREDIENTS
1/3 cup plain flour
1 ½ cups milk
3 eggs
2 bacon rashers, chopped
3 Shallots, chopped
1 cup grated cheddar cheese
130g can corn kernels, rinsed, drained
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
METHOD
Fry bacon until browned, place bacon into a sieve and allow to drain
Oil shallow 23cm round flan dish. Whisk flour and milk in medium bowl until smooth; whisk in eggs.
Stir in remaining ingredients; pour mixture into prepared dish. Bake in moderately slow oven about 1 hour or until set.
i'll google the pie it's mix all together and
the base settles, a coconut crust forms and like a custardy mmiddle.
Oh! I've heard of these! I like the name :)
2 Muse (to complete my collection, minus HAARP) and the new Jason Mraz. Happiness ordered.
The savoury one sounds yummy too, EP :)
I don't think I've heard any Muse songs.
Ack, RW! I have two albums, and they make me thrash about in my bed on occasion.
0_0
Is that good, Carrie?
Probably Stockholm Syndrome the most.
I guess, but yeah, it's kinda silly, me with my headphones, bed dancing. :)
Ah, bed dancing! I do that too :)
RW i really love Muse, have a look at their myspace, they have songs on a player,easier than youtube
Thanks, EP, I shall check them out :)
And now, I must turn in.
EP and Carrie & any lurkers, have a lovely evening :)
I do a lot of car dancing
Night Rw! Sleep tight, or loose, or medium.
goodnight RW sweet dreams
I suppose I should be off too, since it's hella late here. Ergo, I'm gonna blame Australia when my husband is all like again with the Muse? Nah, he's pretty cool about it, I give him short shrift on here for dramatic effect sometimes, I admit. He did buy me a laptop last Christmas to make my blogging easier, after all.
aww carrie he's a sweetie!
goodnight love!
sweet dreams
hello again. i got kidnapped by pictures of sca clothing. *oops*
good night resurrected wreck, good night carrie! thanks for the fun talk carrie!
hey TJ!!!
I wondered where you'd wandered off to!
yeah *embarrassed*
i was going back and forth, and then not so much back. pretty pretty clothes. :)
hehe
pretty clothes can do that to a lass
well I'm off to finish dinner and have some Fathers day wine
bye TJ don't stay up too late looking at pretties!
love ya!
see ya ergo -- yikes, i didn't even realize what time it was. no wonder i'm so tired! lol
off to bed. off to bed!
good night ergo, good night anons, and good night lurkers. :)
sweet dreams all.
mayo,
i have to admit, when i read your first comment this evening, i had a momentary thought that you were actually speaking in verse! then i read your next comment. shoot.
*grin*
it was good to see you down here in the comments thread, as always.
my day today was a good one, even if it did leave me feeling a little strange. it was a very lazy day here, and i spent it reading, and dozing -- and each doze brought me a little scene, that upon waking i quickly wrote down. so i read and dreamt and wrote the day away. i really don't think i spent even a half-hour in the real world.
not that i'm complaining. *grin*
soon enough, i won't have the luxury of a day spent in the borderlands, so i'm enjoying it while i can.
i hope you're able to take the time to wander, too, mayo. believe it or not, it's important.
good night, and sweet dreams to you, my friend.
No new comments in 5 hours? This is like the days of old 'round here.
Morning BlogBelieve!
Have a most awesome day doing the most awesome stuffs!
Mwah! Mwah!
Wow. Mean, jealous anons last night. I don't understand why they keep coming here if it bothers them so much that Mayo obviously liked Kapunua.
After all, what's not to like? She speaks her mind freely and doesn't try to come off as a (fake) goody-two-shoes all the time. She doesn't post as an anon to put down someone else on the blog and build herself up (hai, Amy).
I think Mayo can spot the true fakes around here.
Jesus Zombie Christ eating peas and rice doing the moonwalk in a pimped out sidecar.
Okay, you've made your point. You've posted the comments from someone's blog for all to see. You've been heard.
Now, can you let it go?
Not everything is a fucking conspiracy.
Pickled Possum said...
Alice.
Coincidence, or not?
Hmmm.
06 September, 2008 19:04
Blogger Kapunua said...
^No, I hear you, PP.
Good question and good observation. Coincidence or not?
06 September, 2008 21:41
Pickled Poking Possum said...
Good question and good observation
LOL, Kapunua!
You're so lovely, but beware, I have this dreadful habit of chasing white rabbits down holes!
Last time was 300 days back and I was running *smack* into trees. ;)
On the other hand, Redrum, you did mention that it was the subject that was important in the AIW artwork. And the title, 'One', did make me wonder if here was one of the three.
In the meantime I shall continue shooting ducks in the dark, bumping into trees, and chasing waistcoated bunnies that have an eye on the time.
Oh yes, RR, one other thing while I'm poking you, do I know you by an H?
*muses thoughtfully *
Delete if you want.
07 September, 2008 00:57
too late
http://ihopetheycannotsee.blogspot.com/
Yeah, I didn't want to go into the shit from last night, but fuck me, I'm bored so let's.....
Like I have mentioned before, lots of times, Jules and I go way back. So far back that this blog was just a baby blog that hadn't even been thunk up in Mayo's mind yet. I can think of many words to describe her...outspoken, fiery, passionate, hilarious, caring, beautiful, talented, amazing etc and so on and so forth. Fake is not one of the words. This chick is the real deal and that's what rubs most of you the wrong way. If she thinks it, she speaks it, but she can also back it up. Jules has been there for me since day one. She was the one who reached out to me and I'm grateful that she did. I have nothing but respect and admiration for her and I am so jappy happy to call her my friend.
And I get to meet her in less than 2 weeks, Whoop! Whoop! Florida is already shaking with the Fimmy Fimmy shake!
Now, let's move on to Mustard. If there is one person on this blog who deserves to be left out of all this bullshit, it's her. She never starts trouble, never a bad word. She steers clear of all the commotion, unless it's music talk. The girl loves music more than air. Actually, I think she should be scientifically tested because I think she lives off the stuff. But if that really were the case, then I should be to. I am also grateful that we found each other, because she gets me unlike any other in the world. With Mustard, I don't have to say it. She just knows. And when I start to wander, she pulls me back in...tough job. But she's more than capable.
Oh and one more thing, the missing YOU from the Porch is for PPU. Thanks to RW for trying to clear that up. How many times do we have to say that there is nothing super duper secret going on over there? I miss PPU. I ♥ PPU. PPU is my friend. But see, you guys already knew that.
How I wish that I had something groundbreaking or eath shattering to report....
Maybe tomorrow.
You're a dumbass.
*stomps into Mayo's living room*
*slings some hairbrushes*
Yes to everything Sdock just said regarding Kapunua and Mustard.
Yes, yes, yes.
And leave Mayo the hell alone, too. Damn.
"Take it down, Mayo."
"You've caused some hurt feelings, Mayo."
"People have left, Mayo."
"You have favorites, Mayo."
I really would like to slap whoever actually feels this way. I like, Mayo. I really do. I was mean to him in the beginning and actually said some pretty harsh things. I don't feel that way about him now. Why? Because I could give two shits about who he is. He's my friend. That's all that matters. And if he never says another hello to me or if he never acknowledges anything I write, it won't change that.
I value my thoughts and opinions. I do. I don't need validation from him. If I did, I would never say anything at all. I'm just not built that way.
And what's with the comparing Amy and K bullshit? Damn. Is this jr high? Do you even realize how juvenile that sounds? If you like Amy, that's wonderful. If you like Kapunua, that's wonderful, too. Why compare the two? That's two very different individuals.
Mayo,
Well, hope you have a great day, friend. It's Sunday! I'm still waiting on you to pick me up so we can go watch Mirrors. ^_~
SS!!!!!!
Dude, we miss you! Like, yeah. I'm not even gonna try to 'splain how much either. Don't make me sling a hairbrush in your direction. Nah. I wouldn't.
Maybe.
Later peeps!
Have a great day all!
You never left Mayo alone when he said he approved the fan fics did you? Hypocrites.
Hypocrite, eh? Hahahaha.
Oh damn, well I guess you got me on that one. I'm such a hypocrite. A big one. LOL.
I did ask Mayo to remove that stuff but there's a big difference between the crap that was being posted to hurt other people and somebody being upset because a certain person's words on his page.
That's just silly.
In my opinion.
*sigh*
And I'm done with it. Later folks.
Good morning Mayo,SS and Family!
Just stopping by quickly to wish you all a great Sunday!
Wendy,I’m so glad to know you’re okay!
*BIG HUG*
Heyyyyy Mayo!
So good to see you!
Thanks for hanging with the Family.And thanks for your poem!
Take care.
SS,take care of yourself as well!
PP,THANK YOU!
PJ,great to see you here.
And I loved your words.
Alby,I’ve emailed you back,sweetie!
See you later Lovelies.
Love you all!
*HUGS & KISSES*
♥ you guys as always. You are absolutely awesome in every single way. :) Thank you.
Solly, you and I were around, shoots, before Love Man I think! Crazy!
Hello, Bella! And PP, if you pop in, thanks! You are lovely as well. It never hurts to ask, right? ;D
Anons who were up my ass last night: You were inadvertently nice to me. Thanks for that. And when you were talking about how it isn't "compassionate" to post poetry on a poet's blog, because poetry was so "hurtful" to all of you, I LOLed, I really did. I imagined the lot of you reading anything that rhymed or was in the form of a poem, and rolling around on the ground clutching your chests in agony. Like, regular scansions and free-verse never affected you, but if a line happened to be in iambic pentameter or close to it, you would twitch or something. And you wouldn't even know why.
Oh man, hilarious. :)
Carrie, thank you, too, but one correction: I actually don't care what other people think of me, unless I really value them. Everyone else can go hang. And I don't think that is a bad trait, either. No one has to like me or even read me. If I always worried what random people thought of me, I would probably never do or say anything that I really meant.
I woke myself up not being able to breathe, LOL.
Most importantly, I want to say thank you for the kind words and for understanding. I appreciate them beyond belief.
I'll try to address it myself the best way I can.
If any of you, regular people and Anons alike, consider me to be fake, you're entitled to your opinion. I can't stop you from thinking it. I know who I am, and I can honestly say that I pride myself on being a genuine person, because there aren't too many left out there.
If you consider not being dramatic to be fake, okay. If you consider the act of not getting involved in disputes that are meaningless to be fake, okay. If you consider compliments and concern to be shallow and empty-hearted, okay. If you consider me showing up nearly an hour after Mayo (though I consider this to be one hell of a terrible "argument") as being fake and not coincidence, okay. I can't stop you in any of it.
The thing is, though, I know I'm genuine in everything I say, and that's pretty much the only thing that matters. I've done my part, it's then at that moment you're to do yours. And if you don't, I'm really, really sorry for that.
RE: Kapunua
The girl can fight her own fight, and she doesn't need me, or Mayo, or anyone else to validate her. Good on her for dreaming big, and not only dreaming, but having the ability to make her dreams come true.
Thank you, Splash. And those people who don't know you will never know what a privilege it is.
One more thing: Anon, thanks for looking at my drawing, though. ^_^ It was meant to be looked at. Thanks for reading my LJ, too!
Kapunua said...
If I always worried what random people thought of me, I would probably never do or say anything that I really meant.
Exactly. You just can't worry about it, it would drive you insane.
Like, it makes me make faces the way guitarists do when they play.
And I bet you don't care who's watching, right?
Thank you, Jules. The same thing can be said about you and so many others.
I want to watch HAARP again today. You guys got my buzz going last night, whoop whoop!
Bwaha! Well, okay, the making guitar-faces while listening to music, that I do try to keep to myself. ;D
Bwuaha, I have to act normal at stop-lights, too.
Nice anon, are you still about? Nice anons are nice.
'Sup?
Can I watch you guys make faces?
Hey!
Are you still conta(g)ious and infected and (g)ermy?
(G)ermy, maybe. Conat(g)ious, nope!
*licks the side of your face*
Muwhahahaha.
Yesterday, I bought the special edition DVD of "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and I am super duper excited to watch it.
Would you guys believe that I have never seen it?
I forgot my 'a.' But, you know what I was going for.
OMG!
*takes finger and wipes spit*
*licks finger*
Sweeeeeeeeeet! Now I will have those (g)entle, rocking finger skillz!
Well, no, actually I just made up a brand new word. Nevermind me!
I saw "Nightmare Before Christmas," like, three years ago, I think. I love the score for it.
You forgot that 'a' because you were so ready to hit that 'g'.
♥missing you♥
Bwuahahah, stop it. ;)
Mustard!
For real, we put it on for just a minute or 2 yesterday and I got all excited about the soundtrack! I'm like, OMG, I must own this!
Good Morning SunShine.
Anon,
I am missing folks too, and when I start to feel sad about it, I just think of something they have said and it makes me smile.
Mayo,
Dude, what the fuck is wrong with me? I forgot to say good morning to you and now it's almost good afternoon now. So um, Good umm Nooning!
Have a great Sunday! Eat lots of cake!
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Homemade from scratch.
(no offense to Betty Crocker in da box)
good morning ♥
:)
I wish you guys could see my crow. I gave him some blueberry concentrate and he started doing that crazy thing with his wings again, where he tries to wrap his wings around it. Then, he tried to climb into the teeny bottle feet first. Then he started putting the juice in his beak and then preening his feathers. You know how dogs roll in things? It was like he was trying to roll in it.
This behavior is so weird, I wish I knew what it meant!
Nooning, Hearts and Smiles Anon!
Jules,
Havoc is gettin' crunk on da blue juice!
Haha! Havoc is a Crunkified Crow!
Can I get him a pimp necklace to wear around his neck, some bling, and a little grillz?
Mustard,
I just found a new band, new to me anyways...
Okkervil River
Check em out!
*goes to look*
Sweet!
I went and watched.
http://www.okkervilriver.com/
Ooo, they have a new album out on Tuesday. I might have to pick that up!
(Then go back and buy everything they've put out, because I'm odd like that.)
LOL, he is getting crunk! Toocute.
Solly, that band sounds familiar, I feel like I've seen that name around or something.
Well guys, I am off to go grocery shopping. Catch you all later!
"Toocute" that is actually a new superlative. Forreals.
Bye, Jules! See you later!
Ain't no SunShine when he's gone.
It's not warm when he's away.
Ain't no SunShine when he's gone
and he's always gone too long
anytime he goes away.
Wonder this time where he's gone,
wonder if he's gone to stay
Ain't no SunShine when he's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime he goes away.
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know
Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,
but ain't no SunShine when he's gone,
ain't no SunShine when he's gone,
only darkness everyday.
Ain't no SunShine when he's gone,
and this house just ain't no home
anytime he goes away.
Anytime he goes away.
Anytime he goes away.
Anytime he goes away.
Anytime he goes away.
Please, at least think about it.
I love that song.
I'll talk to you guys later! Bye, Sdock if you're still around! Bye, Anons and Mayo and SS!
Are you talking about SS? I know he's missed by all here.
♥
missing you
♥
I second that, SS is missed be a lot of people around here.
Hello guys, hope you are all fine and dandy.
Last night, I noticed that some people wanted to slate other people but only felt the nerve to do it when they weren’t around. Why not do it when they are around so that you could have a healthy conversation about your opinions and your worries, or would you rather be a silly little bully that you portrayed last night and attack people when they are not there. Yeh, thought so.
Oh, and the topic about being fake and only arriving when ‘lord mayo’ comes around, well, open your eyes little cherubs and see the BIGGER picture, cos I certainly notice a lot. There is either two reasons why you fail to see, and they would be 1-you pick your favourites and choose to slate others in honour of them, which is kind of silly or 2- you are actually in their little ‘group’, ‘clique’, ‘posse’ and you are absolutely shite at being anon cos we know the track record, imirite?
Rolling back to reality, maybe people should look at themselves before criticising other people. Your eyes will need to be wide open to see clearer.
*waves to GS*
Your floating skills are exceptional and i will be flying by soon, I miss you around here :)
... maybe people should look at themselves before criticising other people.
couldn't agree more.
♥♥smile♥♥
Anonymous said...
♥
missing you
♥
September 7, 2008 12:59 PM
STFU Toujours. Nobody cares.
:)
Hi :)
you guys are cwazy!
:)
An ad for tequila.
It's a spoof of all those "happy drug" ads you always see. It is awesomely funny; the list of side effects is classic!
And lookie, Leathermouth / Reggie piccies!
Pizza on stage and Frankles in a wig. Good stuff!
I actually have a lot more to say re: anons last night. Ignoring (as usual) the personal slights etc., this caught my eye:
didn't she make the grande announcement just a couple of months ago that she was going to be a teacher? didn't she say she that was her calling. she was meant to teach because she loved kids so much and she would be a perfect teacher. what the hell happened to that? now she's going to be a doctor? puhleaze. more tall tales and bullshit.
I feel compelled to point out that you are exaggerating (I could even say "lying,") as I never said that I loved kids, I never said that it was my "calling" and I never said I would be a "perfect teacher." I actually said that I disliked most children, but that I felt drawn to adolescents and felt that I could help them if they needed help, and I felt sure that I would be at least an interesting teacher because I like teenagers; I get them. And I love what I would have been teaching, which was literature. I was about 90% sure that was it, with the last 10% being the option of this particular school of medicine in the back of my mind.
Teaching was a really, really easy decision to latch onto. I was sitting there going, "But teaching would be so easy. 18 months. The college is right around the corner. Lots of time off." And so, changing my mind is the farthest thing from an easy decision for me. It wasn't easy the first time I went to college, and it's harder now, as the clock is ticking away that much quicker. There still is, and always be, a huge part of me that wants to be a high school teacher. There is also part of me that still wants to bust down a door and charge into a room yelling "FEDERAL AGENT, DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" It is, to this day, really hard for me to square with the fact that I can't do everything. There's not enough time or money.
I do have those fantasies, like, about being like Dana Scully, or JK Rowling, or a sleek warrior like Michelle Yeoh with unbeatable Kung Fu skills. Those are fantasies. Going back to school to earn another degree and hopefully a doctorate so that I can practice medicine, that is not so far fetched.
A few minutes ago I got an email from one of my older training sisters; you guys know her as the Lady Chrysanthemum. She said to me, "Dear Jules,
I just wanted to tell you again how right your decision to go for a D.O. feels to me. I hope it works out exactly has you hope and I think the world will be lucky to have you in that capacity.
A side effect of your announcing your intentions was to show (Sije Empress Teishi) that when one door closes it's possible to open another. I think you are and will be an inspiration to her and I think that knowledge is a major thing for her to tuck away whether she follows in your footsteps or not."
Even when I have my doubts--and I will have them--I will remind myself of those things. I seem really independent-minded and I am, but sincere outside opinions, logical reasons, as well as gut feelings, do mean a lot to me. I value them.
None of you anons offered any logic last night; just vitriol. That is the one thing I have to absolutely not let affect me. It's good to be made to think, and I appreciate that, but in the end you are, and will remain, wrong.
Ah, guilty pleasures. I have held on to this one for a while. But, it fits and today I just feel it. (Emotions are fleeting, I suppose.)
Catch your breath,
Hit the wall,
Scream out loud,
As you start to crawl
Back in your cage
The only place
Where they will
Leave you alone.
'Cause the weak will
Seek the weaker til
They've broken them.
Could you get it back again?
Would it be the same?
Fulfillment to their lack
Of strength at your expense,
Left you with no defense;
They tore it down.
And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same.
Locked inside
The only place
Where you feel sheltered,
Where you feel safe.
You lost yourself
In your search to find
Something else to hide behind.
The fearful always preyed
Upon your confidence.
Did they see the consequence,
When they pushed you around?
The arrogant build kingdoms
Made of the different ones,
Breaking them 'til they've become
Just another crown.
And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same.
Refuse to feel anything at all,
Refuse to slip,
Refuse to fall.
Can't be weak,
Can't stand still,
You watch your back
'Cause no one will.
You don't know why
They had to go this far,
Traded your worth for these scars,
For your only company.
And don't believe the lies
That they have told to you.
Not one word was true
You're alright,
You're alright,
You're alright.
And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same.
Simon
Lifehouse
Ceux-qui rient le vendredi, pleureront le dimanche.
^Not necessarily. I laugh most days of the week.
But that's cause I'm 12. ;)
I just got through walking a mile in the rain.
O_o
Hey, again. :)
This isn't anything new, but I always love really good lyrics. I think I ran across these sometime before, and they struck me.
Locked inside
The only place
Where you feel sheltered,
Where you feel safe.
You lost yourself
In your search to find
Something else to hide behind.
Those were my favorite lines.
"I wrote this about a friend of mine who told me about his childhood. He was telling me how he went to school and was the outcast and everyone picked on him and called him names, and he didn't have one friend. I started feeling the same emotions he must have felt and just started writing these lyrics. I think some of the stuff from (growing up in) Hong Kong might have been related to that, not having any friends at that age and being, as a family, the outcast in a different culture. The feeling of being alone, of being abandoned, connects to that. So "Simon" came really easily - I wrote it in about 15 minutes. These lyrics just poured out and I wrote them down and recorded it on the spot."
- Jason Wade (Lifehouse)
Kind of reminds me of your poem, Jules, to be honest.
Thank you for posting them, Anonymous. :)
Why'd you do that, Smoke? Hey, by the way!
Okay, so me and Smoke just went walking down our road here and guess what? We got caught in the most fabulous rain storm. It was nice and would you believe, wet? Nothing like the sweet smell of rain, the steam from the highway, and the sting of sweat on a summer Sunday!
*waves to Smoke*
I didn't see you up there!
Hi Jules, Anon(s), Mustard!
Honestly, I have no idea why we did it, Mustard. O_o
*collapses on the floor*
Smoke,
You have to admit it was pretty fun. Something we always dreamed of doing as kids.
Hey, Sdock!
Sometimes those unexpected things make everything more awesome, though!
*raises head up from the floor*
It was fun.
Now, will somebody bring me some water? Pweeze?
*lays head back down*
A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene
Okkervil River
I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife on a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around countless nights) and, in this one episode, close-up cameras are showing him crying, his red head and his red eyes.
I'm a band in a show about a boy being buried alive, from his head to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with a set of raccoon eyes, and there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows he's going to die. The ground opens and he climbs inside. And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind and I pick it up right through the TV: Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
I'm a man in a dream and there, dancing in front of my eyes, is a queen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod bolted into her spine. She rises up like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart like a jaw, like an eye. And she asks me with a sigh, When we're so far from right, when we're losing the fight, when we're letting the light weaken its beam - is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
I want a smile like a glistening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a knife. The day expires, and the dry, cracked, trembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss inside, I push them up to you. I'd like to bear witness to a light that is fine and is filling the cryingest eyes, grace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly fly, love that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vibe, and a beauty that annihilates all life like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred tight like a sign that you're right or you're strong. When your doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight, and my dream will just sweep you along. When all fires are fanned, when we're shucking our plans, when we're too weak to stand on our two feet - is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
Mustard,
It was super fun and now we can just spend the rest of Sunday chillaxing and stuffs.
I'm digging this Okkervil River. Digging them I say!
Although today, I must say, has been an Adam kind of day!
I'm sold on that band.
Absolutely sold.
Yay, Mustard! Complete yayness! Aren't their lyrics great? Guys, get ready because I have a feeling I will be wallpaper it with an
O-R shade of genius!
Aaaaaaaand, now I'm looking up lyrics.
No Key, No Plan
When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then, really, I'll try to get right with myself. So I'll grope down that ladder again, until I'm tumbling - but really, I just want to slide, I want to crash-land. While my friend, my associate, he's a regal man. He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning, and then it's back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand. Moralize all you might like, I don't believe in it. (You've never earned your soul.) I know, but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try. I'm a rich young sophisticate, I've got girls and friends. I'm doing what I really like and getting paid for it. There is no key, there's no plan; I discovered that. And, truly, I don't think you'll find a happier man. (You've never earned your soul.) I know, but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try. You float up high and it isn't a sin. And there isn't a hell where we'll be sent. There's only now, and there isn't then. So just breathe it in.
Ahhh, niiiiice.
I love the lyricist's writing style. It's not the typical verse/chorus. Makes for a great change of pace.
Thank you for sharing, 'cause this is awesome.
hello guys! just a quick pop in! guests gone, tidying and getting sorted for the morning!
shit i missed mayo! oh well. nice to read you mayo! it was out of my time zone anyway so that's ok. *shrugs nonchalantly* ^_~ (7th wink??)
SS *hugs*
not caught up other than that sorry guys!
take care and enjoy the rest of you sundays. (mondays for the antipodeans)
love you all!
ooh i meant to say love TO you all! but i guess i do love you!!
laters
FASC!
Smoke and I were just sitting at our supper table talking about how we couldn't wait for you to get back! Yayness!
good morning
I've woken up with a vague headache and the feeling that I need about 3 hrs more sleep, but for no apparent reason.
I hate that
hi fasc!
thank you, have a great sunday too!
Hey, FASC! I hope the function went well! See you later!
Good morning, Ergo!
hello and goodbye lovely solly and smoke (by proxy) and ergo!
hope you get some energy in you soon ergo to start your working day!
gotta go 4 real!! manics reference there. *sobs*
ta ra!
mustard *hugs*
*coffee absorbing*
*caffeine working*
*alertness returning*
*feeling glad I don't actually have to work today*
*tossing up trip to town*
wow slow morning!
well I'm off to town back later
Fugs.
Lose some wieght.
Fattie.
What the hell is 'wieght'?
What does that even mean?
O_o
hee dumb
fugs double your chins! pedo my children!
fuggggg yyyyy whhy
WHAT DOES WIEGHT MEAN?
ITS NOT CLOSE TO ANY OTHER WORD!11!
;_; SO COMPLICATED.
Shallow
Frank's beautiful, regardless.
Making fun of him isn't making him look bad.
I don't think Frank ever aspired to be a teen heart-throb.
When the guy you're making fun of doesn't possess an ego the size of a small country it just makes you look like an ass.
Gerard, on the other hand, is fair game.
What a nasty little bunch of trolls you are.
This weight/looks-based attack is both so prevalent and so utterly retarded and pointless. Is that seriously all you have on your mind, anon?
And hey, while you're here: Let's see a pic of you, shall we?
Frank is a beautiful person, inside and out. He could gain a 100 pounds or shave his head and he would still be beautiful.
7:17, I think that assheadedness is fair game because you can atually control that. Selling out is in his control. Acting the fool is in his control. Yeah, that's fair game.
(Allow me to clarify that I am talking about Gerard and not Frank.)
But I still believe that how people look is irrelevant. And, to me anyway, off limits.
7:19, word. He's made of the good stuff.
To the anon that said Frank was ugly,even if you are a pretty, you are ugly inside.
Fimble Star said...
Hello guys, hope you are all fine and dandy.
Last night, I noticed that some people wanted to slate other people but only felt the nerve to do it when they weren’t around. Why not do it when they are around so that you could have a healthy conversation about your opinions and your worries, or would you rather be a silly little bully that you portrayed last night and attack people when they are not there. Yeh, thought so.
Oh, and the topic about being fake and only arriving when ‘lord mayo’ comes around, well, open your eyes little cherubs and see the BIGGER picture, cos I certainly notice a lot. There is either two reasons why you fail to see, and they would be 1-you pick your favourites and choose to slate others in honour of them, which is kind of silly or 2- you are actually in their little ‘group’, ‘clique’, ‘posse’ and you are absolutely shite at being anon cos we know the track record, imirite?
I agree whole heartedly with you Fimble. I have never understood the childish mentality of some who trash people while hiding under anon. I also do not understand why people insinuate things about others instead of just coming right out and saying what they think. Glad to know your eyes are wide open. Mine are too. Sometimes it makes me very sad to see the truth about what people really think. Sorry I missed Lord Mayo last night but I was out of town for the evening.
^Hear, hear. I should have said this earlier but it slipped my mind and I got all into my self-involved college/life stuff.
Fimble brings Truth and Win.
Hello K
How are you today?
I'm purty good, Elena, aside from having stupid allergy attacks. How are you? I'm sorry you got sick on your travels and didn't get to meet the bands. That blows.
the itunes shop doesn't have J-Train. WTF?
I'm pretty good today, thanks. Sorry to hear about your allergies. That sucks I know.
I did get to chat briefly with the lead singer of "Warship". Nice guy.
I had a great time.
That sucks, anon. I love J-Train.
I know! I can't believe they don't have it! :(
I never heard of Warship. I don't even know who's on this entire bill. O_O Seems to be a longish show, but that's cool. It kinda blows I am going by myself, but that's all right in some ways, too. No one to laugh at me the next day when I get way too into "I'm Going To Kill" etc. ;D
I ♥ J Train, G, V, E, N, and it goes on and on and on.
Sorry, I just heard Reggie talk and barged in here.
Hi Guys!
I'm just wondering round BB. How are ya'll?
Hey sdock
K you will have a wonderful time!
The lead singer of Warship plays wicked mad drums for Reggie and I almost caught his drumstick...errrr.
I bet I will, Elena. ^_^ Hiya Solly!
Whatchoo guys up to tonight? Me, I am just setting down to animate a drawing. It's kinda fun, but tedious. It's just a dumb hobby I have. It's making my computer run really slow so I might shut down Firefox. If I disappear for a bit, that's what's going on. :)
Solly, I wanna axe you more about that band you were quoting before, 'cause I wants ta hear it. But, what do they sound like?
Hey again, guys!
Hmmm, how can I describe their sound?
Mustard, can you describe them?
They're kinda folksy, kinda rocky, kinda rolly, kinda bluesy, kinda acoustic-y.
Fimble brings Truth and Win.
Yes, she does. And I ♥ her for it. ^_^
resurrected wreck said...
Frank's beautiful, regardless.
Yep, agreed. 100%.
I've been doing hosework and it's not agreeing with me. >_<
I feel ill.
Hello all.
This guy sounds like a really strange cross between Chris Issac and Robert Smith. I know, right? O_O
I like them though. They have a different sound, can't really put my finger on it.
Auntie Solly! LHM has got a show he wants to go see.
^____^
He may try to give you some extra sugar.
Aw, Smoke, I'm sorry you don't feel well! What's wrong?
Yeah, that's kind of what I was thinking, Sdock. Kind of folky/acoustic, but there's some electric thrown in. It's just a really strange twist, but it's a good twist.
Smoke,
Stop it before you make yourself sick. I am eating rice cakes!
Mustard,
I know. I only just found them today, but I love their lyrics.
And by Chris Issac, I mean Chris Isaac.
Ummmm, manual labor doesn't agree with me?
I've been doing laundry. Laundry always makes me feel icky. My whole body just rejects it. I think I'm allergic.
This is a case for Dr. Gregory House, I do believe.
So, in other words, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. ^_~
Hee-hee.
Oh, you were being sarcy as our fellow Brits would say!
Remedy:
Stop doing it. ;)
I totally did. I always get halfway done and go, "Meh, I'm so over this shit. Who cares? I don't."
Now, I'm waiting to see if Brit-Brit makes her comeback on the VMA's.
Muwahaha.
Gimme
Gimme
Brit Brit!
Nice! Brit-Brit's on top!
WHOOP! WHOOP!
Guys,
Wanna AIM high or "get low"?
I got on my boots wit da spurs!
Brit Brit! is gonna sound like Shit Shit!
Ya think? Maybe not.
Awwh, Brit Brit might not get to do anything but speak and say "hey ya'll!"
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