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Those heavy eyes
Lack of comprehension staring out from its open window, no theory or sensibility just pathetic dramatics and madness.
That's some fire that blazed its way through your resolute rationality. I suppose its too much for us all
too tired to be happy, too tired to try, something like a worm
danced its way through your ear, into your brain and took out the conscienceless beauty.
I craved and envied that, God forgive me. I took the best friend, closed the door
and still you lived in a red nose and clown make-up. The show
over hours ago, and you carried on until your fingers bled,
until all you felt was, sorrow and madness, lethargic. Shame
you could not walk away to a gypsy reality rather than entertaining the crowd.
Now I count the minutes, hours, days and weeks. I am a rolling ball of matter heading, for another destination, another space.
It seems it's time for me to go.[/font]
That's some fire that blazed its way through your resolute rationality. I suppose its too much for us all
too tired to be happy, too tired to try, something like a worm
danced its way through your ear, into your brain and took out the conscienceless beauty.
I craved and envied that, God forgive me. I took the best friend, closed the door
and still you lived in a red nose and clown make-up. The show
over hours ago, and you carried on until your fingers bled,
until all you felt was, sorrow and madness, lethargic. Shame
you could not walk away to a gypsy reality rather than entertaining the crowd.
Now I count the minutes, hours, days and weeks. I am a rolling ball of matter heading, for another destination, another space.
It seems it's time for me to go.[/font]
Published 26th Mar 2011
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26th Mar 2011 10:22pm
26th Mar 2011 10:28pm
27th Mar 2011 2:11am
27th Mar 2011 3:47pm
27th Mar 2011 2:31pm
...because I keep coming back to it, trying to get in, and failing, but goddamn I like it...respect.
27th Mar 2011 3:48pm
11th Oct 2011 5:27pm
and rightly so.
i got the story but only because i've read so much of your work and have kind of gathered (finally!) how you communicate. you do a lot of what Hugh does in that you both, almost journalistically document your life stories... you do lay it all right out there. sort of hidden in the open through metaphor and your abstract ways of dancing around, coaxing out the emotion of a story rather than straight, power-punch storytelling. that sounds really convoluted but i hope you know what i mean.
'i like it' might have done just as well. [:
i got the story but only because i've read so much of your work and have kind of gathered (finally!) how you communicate. you do a lot of what Hugh does in that you both, almost journalistically document your life stories... you do lay it all right out there. sort of hidden in the open through metaphor and your abstract ways of dancing around, coaxing out the emotion of a story rather than straight, power-punch storytelling. that sounds really convoluted but i hope you know what i mean.
'i like it' might have done just as well. [:
