Tuesday, April 19, 2005
while everyone is sleeping comfortably...
The best thing about the clock hitting six a.m. is that soon the rest of the world will wake up, the shows on TV improve, and another very long night comes to an end. You know it is a dull night when excitement builds to go out at 4:00 a.m. to Sleven and get cigarettes. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I wish there was something of substance I could say, but I am so tired all I can think about is how great it would be to sleep through one night without getting up or staring at the ceiling for hours. On the other hand, when you're up all night, there is time to listen to tons of music and reflect on life. Which is why I blog.
At any rate, there is the tint of sweetness to this tart night. Tuesdays and Thursdays there is a good reason for excitement, though you'll have to come up with "why" on your own as I can't say. It would ruin the mystery, and that's no good.
Anyway, this is the end result of fucking aorund with words on a late night. I give you....(hold for applause)..."Visage"
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"Visage"
A singularly powerful moment,
In an otherwise blasé affair
Reflections, impressions
Impersonal pretension
Illogic that’s all but unfair
Where is this going,
Where’s everyone at
What’s so amazing about this and that?
Where is the problem
Why can’t you see
That it’s a waste to keep being if you can’t just be
The last hours of freedom and highway
First moments of home from the road
Illustrious tension
Profound apprehension
Feel free to push but not goad
Where is this going,
Where’s everyone at
What’s so amazing about this and that?
Where is the problem
Why can’t you see
Put your toes in the water and drift out to sea
Repentance, numbness and tension
Repeated in so many ways
Distasteful mention
Of unlikely conventions
Fusion of leaving and staid
Where is this going,
Where’s everyone at
What’s so amazing about this and that?
Where is the problem
Why can’t you see
If you don't profit from my words then I'll take no fee
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As always, your late night servant,
cf
ps - see, no names. on the brown couch, there are no names, and nobody will see you sitting up here. (most of you don't even know to whom that is addressed to. HA!)
cf
I wish there was something of substance I could say, but I am so tired all I can think about is how great it would be to sleep through one night without getting up or staring at the ceiling for hours. On the other hand, when you're up all night, there is time to listen to tons of music and reflect on life. Which is why I blog.
At any rate, there is the tint of sweetness to this tart night. Tuesdays and Thursdays there is a good reason for excitement, though you'll have to come up with "why" on your own as I can't say. It would ruin the mystery, and that's no good.
Anyway, this is the end result of fucking aorund with words on a late night. I give you....(hold for applause)..."Visage"
----------------------------------
"Visage"
A singularly powerful moment,
In an otherwise blasé affair
Reflections, impressions
Impersonal pretension
Illogic that’s all but unfair
Where is this going,
Where’s everyone at
What’s so amazing about this and that?
Where is the problem
Why can’t you see
That it’s a waste to keep being if you can’t just be
The last hours of freedom and highway
First moments of home from the road
Illustrious tension
Profound apprehension
Feel free to push but not goad
Where is this going,
Where’s everyone at
What’s so amazing about this and that?
Where is the problem
Why can’t you see
Put your toes in the water and drift out to sea
Repentance, numbness and tension
Repeated in so many ways
Distasteful mention
Of unlikely conventions
Fusion of leaving and staid
Where is this going,
Where’s everyone at
What’s so amazing about this and that?
Where is the problem
Why can’t you see
If you don't profit from my words then I'll take no fee
----------------------
As always, your late night servant,
cf
ps - see, no names. on the brown couch, there are no names, and nobody will see you sitting up here. (most of you don't even know to whom that is addressed to. HA!)
cf
