saving grace
Dec. 17th, 2005 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Two songs in my head right now:
I think I lost it/let me know if you come across it/let me know if I let it fall along a back road somewhere/money can't replace it/no memory can erase it...
and
Can't say I've ever been faithful/except to G-d/never thought I could call anywhere home/til I fell asleep here in your arms/cos your love's my only saving grace/you caress my heart, kiss my face...
Not necessarily related, but an interesting and telling synthesis nonetheless.
I feel pretty I'm sure most of that is cos Matt's been on about the apocalypse for the past few months and it's starting to wear off, but still. In song lyrics. In the moment when I step out of the gas station and my car is the only one in the huge expanse of pavement and black night, the moon way too far away. In the fact that once I finally get my damn car on the road (off its iceblock parking space where its wheels wouldn't turn) and then my fucking tire rips off on the Taconic, southbound on my way to Wesleyan.
I mean I certainly hope something awful was averted by me not making it down there because fuck I wanted to see Bea and Zach and Paige and Brian et al. Like maybe my presence would have kicked something awful into effect, or something, cos g-d knows I sure was foiled every step of the way.
-packing (my room)
-finishing my paper
-researching and obtaining a new tire so I can drive home
Things that will happen:
-stoned
-half-assed packing
-sleep
I don't know what to say guys, I'm really run down and just want to soak up sunshine and clean running water.
Maybe I should at least crank out another page of this paper that was due technically extended-date of today.
Si called and that pulled a pebble out and let overflow joy! flow, but of course I'm feeling apocalyptic and that's a hard state to have a conversation w/someone.
I think I lost it/let me know if you come across it/let me know if I let it fall along a back road somewhere/money can't replace it/no memory can erase it...
and
Can't say I've ever been faithful/except to G-d/never thought I could call anywhere home/til I fell asleep here in your arms/cos your love's my only saving grace/you caress my heart, kiss my face...
Not necessarily related, but an interesting and telling synthesis nonetheless.
I feel pretty I'm sure most of that is cos Matt's been on about the apocalypse for the past few months and it's starting to wear off, but still. In song lyrics. In the moment when I step out of the gas station and my car is the only one in the huge expanse of pavement and black night, the moon way too far away. In the fact that once I finally get my damn car on the road (off its iceblock parking space where its wheels wouldn't turn) and then my fucking tire rips off on the Taconic, southbound on my way to Wesleyan.
I mean I certainly hope something awful was averted by me not making it down there because fuck I wanted to see Bea and Zach and Paige and Brian et al. Like maybe my presence would have kicked something awful into effect, or something, cos g-d knows I sure was foiled every step of the way.
-packing (my room)
-finishing my paper
-researching and obtaining a new tire so I can drive home
Things that will happen:
-stoned
-half-assed packing
-sleep
I don't know what to say guys, I'm really run down and just want to soak up sunshine and clean running water.
Maybe I should at least crank out another page of this paper that was due technically extended-date of today.
Si called and that pulled a pebble out and let overflow joy! flow, but of course I'm feeling apocalyptic and that's a hard state to have a conversation w/someone.
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Date: 2005-12-18 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 02:45 am (UTC)((as he rapidly tries to banish the coming ordeal of new-tire-finding from his mind))
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Date: 2005-12-18 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 02:50 am (UTC)If I can just write one page before I smoke out my window, life will be fine.
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Date: 2005-12-18 04:27 am (UTC)i'll be looking for as many chances to escape as possible.
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Date: 2005-12-19 03:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 08:29 am (UTC)i will say, though, that i don't like that 'wiggly fingers' shit on patty's flaming red cd.
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Date: 2005-12-18 08:30 am (UTC)taylor
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Date: 2005-12-18 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 04:22 pm (UTC)Carry Me is so good.
I just woke up; isn't that ridiculous?
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Date: 2005-12-18 06:04 pm (UTC)when i was in college the first time (at unc-asheville) the gay group on campus (some sort of gsa, i think) made this mega-earnest video of that song 'tony.' it was pretty bad, lots of shots of white gay people looking really serious. woah, i taste vomit.
with all of this behind me: 1000 kisses is absolutely perfect.
disgusting way of baiting you into participating in my sicko protestant rituals.
Date: 2005-12-18 10:38 am (UTC)Hey. I would like to send you a holiday card! Email me your snail-mail address, if you'd like one! (kristychantastic at gmail dot com)
XOXO,
best
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Date: 2005-12-18 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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