Wednesday, August 24, 2005
- 8:19 pm
dont love me for the things i say, love me for the sense i forget to make- then make that love in a sense, for things to say
have it your way
no no no your going the wrong way; you got it all wrong, and then you turn and i realise that its not really you but instead myself outta me and im lookin back and everythings upside down and whoa! im not making sense. so yeah.
a lotta things to do; this friday and saturday will be taken up by theatresports (WE WILL WIN) and then teachers day thing coming soon. and somewhere in that huge mess throw in school, exams, friends who werent friends, changes in life that would be hugely traumatic unless you were so completely numbed to everything going on outside youd barely bat an eyelid if your best friend said she was working for that man down the street.
so i woke up and realised certain things went certain ways; and it was thenugas birthday yesterday so hey;
the promos are coming oh so closely by and up ahead (and closer to the right than left) tom jones is crooning whilst out the door the black night looks back as though shrouded in smoke- its just a choking feeling and i dont know why; could it be said that we lack freedom? i know where i need to go, which direction i need to take; i need to get to america and start acting, but i cannot. no point ranting and railing, weeping and wailing; ill just sit back, grit and smile evilly. you know. the kind of smile that tells you sweet little puppies are playing on your new silk sheets or your grandmas wedding dress she passed down to you; the kind of smile thats usually accompanied by a slight change in intensity in the eyes suddenly telling you that those sweet little puppies just piddled all down the sheets and one of thems humping your leg (bad boy! no wait. its a girl.).
its in the nature of man not to believe anything preordained as unbelievable; if a robber in pink lingerie flew past his face he'd say naw that couldnta happened, robbers dont wear pink lingerie. then his brain would work a bit more and go say, i like pink lingerie before say perhaps if i chase him/her maybe- uh what was i thinking about? because our good old friend would have the attention span of a goldfish taken to spasms. we're all so petty and particular, such that if the world executed a huge double back flip to escape some stray asteroid, we'd all think the moon just flew off course a while. bad moon.
too many followers with too little time makes for poor leading, apathy and disinterest, and strangely enough high levels of testosterone (especially if that leader happened to be our lingerie lobbying robber). and thats about it. goodnight stars; shine on bright,
youve been a wonderful audience
(a play in two acts although sometimes you seem a bit quiet)
fin
hit the stars
