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    Wednesday, April 25th, 2012
    7:36 pm
    Friday, July 22nd, 2011
    3:47 am
    i am tempted just never to leave the house again
    someone tried to break into my car just now.

    this a couple weeks after my roommate's car was broken into.

    if they try to come in the house, ever, i have a surprise for them... that is if i'm home.
    Friday, May 20th, 2011
    9:07 pm
    Also:
    God apparently respects timezones and the international date line.


    New Zealanders will be the first to know, Camping said. At 6 p.m. their time - 11 p.m. Friday in the Bay Area - a great earthquake will shake the island asunder, triggering an apocalypse that rolls relentlessly our way.


    Two hours left.

    And in other news, this just in, Macho Man Randy Savage is still dead.
    8:37 pm
    Each of you is in himself divine.
    "...a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones;
    who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one;
    who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short;
    who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it;
    who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body;
    who mouths justice, and invented hell
    mouths mercy, and invented hell
    mouths Golden Rules and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell;
    who mouths morals to other people, and has none himself;
    who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all;
    who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself;
    and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites his poor abused slave to worship him!"
    -- Mark Twain

    I'm not sure that I totally agree, but.

    Current Mood: ... and I feel fine.
    Sunday, May 1st, 2011
    8:41 pm
    Yesterday he was a terrorist leader. Tonight he's a martyr. For years, they've barely done anything, content to let us tie ourselves in knots with self-defeating security theater, spend ourselves into a hole, and tear apart our international reputation and image.

    I wonder what his successor will do.

    The president is speaking now. I'm glad at least it's Obama and not Bush.
    Wednesday, April 20th, 2011
    6:57 pm
    Spreading the word
    a misfit to this space
    no religion, no real place
    i grow weary of these walls
    so tired of it all


    Okay, so I know every gamer out there is probably hip-deep in Portal 2 (with the rest of them sticking out an orange portal somewhere else) but when you're done that, you should check out the latest iteration of the Humble Bundle ( http://www.humblebundle.com/ ) Name-your-own-price for what's usually one very good game, a couple okay games, and then whatever else they found lying around.

    This iteration's really good game, even though I haven't played any of the others, looks to be Trine. It's a platformer with physics puzzles, archery, swinging around on ninja ropes, physics, flaming archery, lots of things to kill, multiple-arrow archery, a big-ass hammer that sends your foes flying across the landscape, and did I mention archery and physics and ninja ropes? Oh game, you had me at hello.

    And did I mention it's really really pretty?



    i wanna play until i die
    don't wanna lose my reasons why
    i race towards the sky
    in a world that never ends
    Friday, April 1st, 2011
    1:27 pm
    None may know the hour...
    PICKLES!

    Current Mood: getting the word out
    Friday, March 25th, 2011
    1:25 am
    by Friday : life has killed me
    If I'm only going to be marginalized, excluded, and ignored, what's the point of showing up?

    Jesus hurt me
    when He deserted me but
    I have forgiven Jesus


    Current Mood: in a loveless world
    Tuesday, March 15th, 2011
    10:17 pm
    from the rain
    no one speaks a word to me
    as i walk though the door
    i'm feeling
    out of place and
    out of touch and
    out of form

    and whether you believe me doesn't matter anymore.


    Current Mood: doesn't matter anymore
    Monday, February 14th, 2011
    8:35 am
    the magnetic fields - always already gone
    i tried hard to keep you
    i needn't have tried
    it seems you've decided
    when did you decide?

    so this is the last time
    i cry in the dark
    it seems you were always
    always already gone.

    you never were happy
    you had to be free
    you took all the freedom
    you needed from me

    then you and your freedom
    went hither and yon
    you're free to be always
    always already gone.

    i couldn't have dreamed you
    but i might as well
    you leave me with only
    a story to tell

    but at the beginning
    our story is done
    because you were always
    always already gone.

    always already gone.


    for the day. dedicated to everyone to whom it needs to be dedicated.

    Current Mood: this is the last time
    Sunday, January 9th, 2011
    1:47 pm
    the gothic archies - the tiny goat
    the tiny goat wanted a birthday party
    and sent out invitations to its friends
    but when the day came
    none of them remembered
    so it gouged out its eyes
    with fountain pens
    the world is cruel and the moon remote
    suicide was not an option for the tiny goat

    the tiny goat was very, very ugly
    and like all ugly things, it fell in love
    when twenty years of waiting turned to nothing
    it swallowed lye and laid down on the stove
    when the world bites, there's no antidote
    who would want to spend forever with a tiny goat?

    the world's a leech crawling down one's throat
    one would rather be a tick than be a tiny goat


    Current Mood: suicide is not an option
    Saturday, January 8th, 2011
    11:59 pm
    the magnetic fields - the saddest story ever told (day ∞)
    We used to go out on the summer nights
    and dance in the neon rain
    We used to hold hands at the movie show
    but we'll never hold hands again
    Do do do do do come on come on
    Do do do do do come on come on

    Those days are gone
    You and I were young those summer nights
    You'll see the world diving for a girl you'll never find
    and then we'll quietly grow old
    the saddest story ever told.


    Once upon a time we fell in love
    or at least that's what you said
    You say I can find someone else
    but I just wish I was dead
    Do do do do do come on come on
    Do do do do do come on come on.

    Those days are gone
    You and I were young those summer nights
    You'll see the world diving for a girl you'll never find
    and then we'll quietly grow old
    the saddest story ever told.


    Current Mood: quietly grow old
    Saturday, January 1st, 2011
    12:01 am
    the magnetic fields - epitaph for my heart (day 0)

    caution
    caution
    caution

    to prevent electric shock



    do not
    do not
    do not

    remove cover



    no user serviceable parts inside
    refer servicing to qualified
    service personnel


    let this be the epitaph for my heart
    cupid put too much poison in the dart
    this is the epitaph for my heart
    because it's gone, gone, gone
    and life goes on and on and on
    and death goes on
    world without end
    and you're not my friend

    who will mourn the passing of my heart?
    will its little droppings climb the pop chart?
    who'll take its ashes and, singing,
    fling them from the top of the brill building?
    and life goes on and on and on
    and death goes on
    world without end


    and you're not my friend


    Current Mood: world without end
    Friday, December 31st, 2010
    11:59 pm
    the magnetic fields - 100,000 fireflies (day b)
    I have a mandolin.
    I play it all night long.
    It makes me want to kill myself.

    I also have a Dobro made in some mountain range;
    sounds like a mountain range in love.

    but when I turn up the tone on my electric guitar
    I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me.
    I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me.

    I went out to the forest and caught a hundred thousand fireflies.
    As they ricochet round the room they remind me of your starry eyes.
    Someone else's might not have made me so sad
    but this is the worst night I ever had,
    'cause I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me.
    I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me.
    Always was.

    You won't be happy with me,
    but give me one more chance.
    You won't be happy anyway.

    Why do we still live here
    in this repulsive town?
    All our friends are in New York.

    Why do we keep shrieking,
    when we mean soft things?
    We should be whispering all the time...


    Current Mood: won't be happy anyway
    Thursday, December 30th, 2010
    10:30 pm
    the magnetic fields - busby berkeley dreams (day a)
    I: should have forgotten you long ago.
    but you're in every song i know.
    wining and pining
    is wrong and so on and so forth
    of course of course
    but no, you can't have a divorce

    I: haven't seen you in ages
    but it's not as bleak as it seems.
    we still dance on whirling stages
    in my busby berkeley dreams.

    the tears have stained all the pages
    of my true romance magazines.
    we still dance in my outrageously beautiful
    busby berkeley dreams.


    and now you want to leave me for good.
    I: refuse to believe you could.
    you forget we're not made of wood.
    well, darling you may do your worst,
    because you'll have to kill me first.

    I: haven't seen you in ages
    but it's not as bleak as it seems.
    we still dance on whirling stages
    in my busby berkeley dreams.

    the tears have stained all the pages
    of my true romance magazines.
    we still dance in my outrageously beautiful
    busby berkeley dreams.


    do you think it's dangerous to have busby berkeley dreams?


    Current Mood: not as bleak
    Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
    10:27 pm
    the magnetic fields - summer lies (day 9)
    We used to dance like it was going out of style
    when you loved me for a while and I
    remember every word you ever said; every kiss

    We used to sing all the oldest songs we knew
    but the words were never true for you
    or was it all a game of solitaire played in the dark?

    All the sweetest things you said that I believed were summer lies
    Hanging in the willow trees like the dead were summer lies
    I'll never fall in love again.


    I whispered too but the things I said were true
    and I gave up my whole world for you
    I gave you all the best years of my life (and half the worst)
    and now you're gone
    I pine and wane, pale and wan,
    never knowing when it's dawn, curtains drawn,
    hiding in my room, wasting away, cutting myself.

    All the sweetest things you said that I believed were summer lies
    Hanging in the willow trees like the dead were summer lies
    I'll never fall in love again.


    Current Mood: never fall in love
    Tuesday, December 28th, 2010
    10:14 pm
    the magnetic fields - babies falling (day 8)
    Where the workers stand in querulous rows
    awaiting dislocation I will be there too.

    When you're cashing in your food stamps
    when you're sleeping in a cattle train
    I'll be with you

    pushing up against the ticket counter window
    face against the glass
    bleeding from the waist and kissing to be chaste.

    It is said that those who will not rest
    have been cursed to tramp like soldiers through the marshes
    or that blessed are the ones who leave the stage
    like babies falling fast asleep

    so I twice am cursed and twice am stuck
    affixéd to this corner of the earth.
    That old river keeps on rolling but the old man doesn't see it,
    he just stands there with his eyes closed
    asking "where'd you go... where'd you go?"

    so wherever you may sleep tonight,
    be it bed or bedrock, home, or open field:
    when your breathing slows and your eyes are closed
    and you begin to yield,

    then, whatever you have taken as your pillow,
    may it serve as mine as well.

    Underneath the weeping willow I will wait for you forever,
    my eyes forever closed, asking "where'd you go... where'd you go?"


    Current Mood: my eyes forever closed
    Monday, December 27th, 2010
    10:46 pm
    the magnetic fields - if you don't cry (day 7)
    Softly the crystals falling on 17th St.
    do their dance and die and are gone
    Millions of crystal balls roll around your feet
    nothing gets done

    An hour goes by; she doesn't

    If you don't cry it isn't love
    If you don't cry then you just
    don't feel it deep enough


    Dying all day in thousands of little ways
    Dancing alone and drinking a lot
    Closing the clubs and haunting the cabarets
    looking for what?
    Another five years off your life...

    If you don't cry it isn't love
    If you don't cry then you just
    don't feel it deep enough


    A year goes by; she doesn't...

    If you don't cry it isn't love
    If you don't cry then you just
    don't feel it deep enough


    Current Mood: looking for what?
    Sunday, December 26th, 2010
    10:21 pm
    the magnetic fields - come back from san francisco (day 6)
    Come back from San Francisco
    It can't be all that pretty
    when all of New York City misses you

    Should pretty boys in discos
    distract you from your novel
    remember I'm awful in love with you

    You need me
    like the wind needs the trees to blow in
    Like the moon needs poetry
    you need me


    Come back from San Francisco and kiss me,
    I've quit smoking
    I miss doing the "wild thing" with you
    Will you stay, I don't think so
    but all I do is worry
    Pack bags, call cabs and hurry home to me...


    You need me
    like the wind needs the trees to blow in
    Like the moon needs poetry
    you need me


    When you betray me betray me with a kiss
    Damn you I've never stayed up as late as this


    Current Mood: i'm awful / betray me
    Saturday, December 25th, 2010
    10:27 pm
    the magnetic fields - my sentimental melody (day 5)
    I'm a hopeless romantic
    You're a terrible flirt
    Cool and unfazed,
    you're always amazed
    when someone gets hurt

    I live on the blue planet
    that I saw in your eyes
    but now I can't stay
    knowing it's made
    of beautiful lies

    But my sentimental melody
    like a long-lost lullaby
    will ring in your ears
    down through the years
    bringing a tear to your eye
    Goodbye


    Love can kill people, can't it
    Well it still may kill me
    Each drop of rain
    's a glass of champagne
    It's sweet and it's free

    When I drink I don't panic
    When I drink I don't die
    When I'm fargone
    it's all just a song
    just beautiful lies...

    My sentimental melody
    like a long-lost lullaby
    will ring in your ears
    down through the years
    bringing a tear to your eye
    Goodbye


    Current Mood: still may kill me
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