Month: August 2003
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Miles From Our Home
No one in sight for fifty miles,
sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines
If I could just reach the crest of that hill
this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill
The sky is still as a spinning top,
shooting stars drop like burning words from above
If I could just connect all these dots,
the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love
And yet the people keep saying
I'm miles from my home,
miles from my home
I met you again in my sleep last night,
these are days of slow boats and false starts
Hearts remain under lock and key,
you will be the one to set them both free
And yet the people will tell you
your miles from your home,
miles from your home
But that's where I want to be
Out there searching,
out here fumbling,
out here waiting,
for you, and you for me.
The moon hangs like a question mark,
pale as milk, bold as a promise
When will you share the sights with us?
when will we hold you in our arms?
And the people we'll tell them
we're miles from our home,
miles from our home.
-Cowboy Junkies.
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Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.
It is fun to pretend to be pirates.
"oxymephorous: er. i would be the Captain, duhh
oxymephorous: with the nice room in the stern.
bryonpigg: oh?
oxymephorous: yeah.
bryonpigg: maybe if you were lucky i'd let you be my cabin wench.
bryonpigg: har har har
oxymephorous: if you have a problem with it, i'll toss you in the dinghy.
bryonpigg: i don't think so matey
oxymephorous: walk the friggin plank, pal.
oxymephorous: i'm not your wench.
bryonpigg: yes yee arrr!
oxymephorous: fine. I'm getting my own ship.
oxymephorous: i'm going to seduce your crew, blow up your boat, and make off with your treasure.
oxymephorous: arrr.
bryonpigg: foul temptress!
oxymephorous: i am what i am, and a superior pirate captain at that.
bryonpigg: y'ar a remoresless witch of a pirate
oxymephorous: what else is new?
bryonpigg: but i will tame thee with my rugged outlaw charm
bryonpigg: yarr!
oxymephorous: hmf. maybe if you're nice i'll let you swab my decks.
oxymephorous: but that's about it.
bryonpigg: oh i'll swab your decks all right!"
And in case you're wondering, i have the treasure map. Yarrr!
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Harvard Square
Once in a blue moon I wander into the old turf and look for wanton signs of the crew, scope out the 02138 pit, have ice cream at Herrell's, and make sure the bead store is alive and well.
Everything is still running smoothly, and all the degenerate rats were still there, and Algiers still smells like hazelnut and overpriced espresso. We cruised past Lee's, and jimmy was behind the green counter tormenting some fries, and I can still cross any traffic except JFk iwith a yankee glower. I snarled at Abercrombie, and the fleet bank is ridiculously huge and way off the human scale. Urban's is my perennial closet, and I got in touch with my choir friend from junior high over rocketdog sneakers. Isabelle's cafe is doing very well despite the yawning maw of nearby ABP, and all else proved to be blossoming well. i can almost hear the Orb playing in my head, decked in diesel skirt with a bag full of paint markers and my hair all spiky.....
Ah, the good old days.
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For Bryon
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
Green eyes, yeah the spotlight shines upon you
And how could anybody deny you?
I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter now I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know
Green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind
Because I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter since I met you
Honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
-Coldplay
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Happy Ending
It's funny how everything has just been falling into place...today I talked to Jared, whose company this past winter made me change a lot about who I am and the way I think and feel. I always had a feeling that we didn't belong to each other, but there was a lot to learn between us. It was a really difficult process. You know, the whole Fiona Apple post from way back, when I was all heartbroken-type-thing. He let me go so I could be with Bryon, and we had a earnest talk about it today. I think that I wouldn't have been ready for everything I have now if it weren't for him, silly monkey. And just as I thought and hoped he would, he has fallen in love with someone and is truly and deeply happy. I feel like a curse has been lifted, the proverbial dark castle has crumbled, and all is right with the world again. And I think I understand even more now that those you love and learn from can lead you to greater and brighter things.
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Things to bring to New Mexico:
Sketchbook & journal
Pencil box (containing the aforementioned crayons, kneaded eraser, sketch kit, watercolors, brushes, pencil sharpener)
Comfy jeans
Nostalgia-in-a-Box
Discman and CD's
Comfy skirt
Peoples addresses so i can send postcards
Capri pants
Curriculum planbook+ notebook for ideas
Hiking boots
Jar of unfiltered Possibility
Cute undies, seven pairs.
3 Tshirts
3 tank tops
PJ's
Desert Intuition
Toiletries ( man, I hate that word)
Bikini, just in case
Phone and charger
Constellation Map
turquoise flipflops
Things to leave behind:
Worry and inane fears
Crappy Boston weather
My life as i know it...hopefully
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