Alive and watching Chevy Chase movies.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

oh, for heaven's sake.

i will sleep when i am dead...
or when i run out of things that amuse me

stay with me - spiritualized
little kids - deerhunter
itchycoo Park - the small faces
rabbit dog needs food right away - deerhoof
its coming down - cake

"No, sweetie. Maybe she is right. Maybe this IS fabulous."
- Absolutely Fabulous

The snow
leaves me cold
as the evening
dissipates
every room, empty air
long pieces of time consumed by the deadening
thrust
of the television
its easy to ignore the wicked past
and so far that's the only plan I have.

I have been angrily anthropomorphizing objects
in my way, doing violence to them
with a furious energy
usually reserved for snide & unfeeling people.

see left & right of the moon - the warlocks
for emma - bon iver

depraved with a bottle of wine.

listening to sinner man by nina simone

"let nina simone rule the world!"

"Bob
One of the colors
is missing
from our world."

++++++++++++++

I.
the insects are scuttling the dark streets this evening
all crunch legs reaching across uneven pavement
moving quickly to caverns of brick
portly crusts of bodies that tottle
from one set of legs to the other.

II.
and all i do is sleep and not sleep
and dream moments that move into illusions
and in waking time i can no longer distinguish
if i really saw a shooting star or not.

III.
the ghosts are lingering with such persistence
without providing any fantasy.

i don't understand any of it.

dinner bells by wolf parade
naomi by neutral milk hotel

Hey there Dionysus.