i'm so happy i don't feel like me
i'm so happy i don't feel like me. a line from a radiohead movie, awsome line. i'm trying to watch this flick with my friend aaron and my mom is @#%%** drunk and talking really loud. it's always kind of annoying when one's mom is drunk and disrupting a movie. symbology, is that even a word? i'm so happy i don't feel like me. i'm so happy i don't feel like me. when will the time come that it no longer matters? i'm holding a handfull of threads that make up the rest of my life. some of them are fraying. they are always shifting depending on the choices that i make, the happenstances of my life. i can't quite see where they go. but can anyone? you're so fucking special. another line from the movie. i like it. anything worth doing is not going to be easy. cutting edge noise.
posted by Rohi @ 9:11 PM
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When You notice The Stripes... The Shins
gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
i was happier then with no mind-set.
and if you'd 'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
and i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
new slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
never should have called
but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.
and if you'd 'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
and i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
god speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.
i'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
and if you'd 'a took to me like
well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
i was really getting into this blog when the chick stopped writing shit. I wonder if she died. I wonder who would care if she did? Prolly no one. That sucks. Oh well.
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