03.04.08
back on the street now
earson: tori amos - blood roses
eyeson: pieces of the marie antoinette biography, eyelids
thoughton: someone on tv today said that anti-anxiety meds are the easy way out
i've decided i like the dean martin version of 'baby won't you please come home' the best. it's so smooth, and he swings into each phrase .. and the music along with it is so burlesque, so rich .. there should be a scene with a black car pulling into an alley, tommy guns and round-sided women with huge eyes ..
found a picture of you yesterday, i never took a picture of you smiling. most of the time you were looking away, too, or your eyes were behind sunglasses .. i think you may have been physically ill, too, and i feel like i might have ignored that too much. i had too much faith in how you should be taking care of your own self because you were a big boy .. but i should have sent you to the MD a lot sooner. hopefully you got there and now that you're back somewhere where someone cooks square meals, you'll get your body straightened out.
pretty soon someone will come visit me and it's the first time i've really hung out with someone male on a vaguely 'friendly' basis - in person - for 5 months.
whenever i'm alone with you, you make me feel like i'm at home again
whenever i'm alone with you, you make me feel like i'm alive again
i ordered a pair of antique army goggles over the internet. i hope they actually come.
(blood roses
blood roses
back on the street now
blood roses
blood roses
back on the street now
now you've cut out the flute
from the throat of the loon ..
at least when you cry now
he can't even hear you.
when chickens get a taste of your meat, girl
chickens get a taste of your meat, yes
come on comeon comeon comeon
when he sucks you deep
sometimes you're nothing but meat.)
written at 6:43 p.m.
