Author: foxtongue

damnidiot left the key running in the ignition. now the zombie will catch us

Like yesterday, I’ve mysteriously woken up tired at 9:30, unable to creep back into sleep. I don’t know what the shape of this is, but it’s getting irritating. I wake up as if I haven’t dreamed, and yet I remember them. This morning was fleeing from the undead and having to deal with idiots. On waking, I couldn’t rid myself the thought of blood and x-rays, so I had to get up and dig them out. They’ve been put aside as I’ve been settling in, but perhaps it’s time to begin creating something. I don’t know how, and I have no materials, but I feel I must try. Anything. 

sitting in a tree

For the last week, every time either Andrew or Ellen are on  my friends page, thier entries are right next to eachother and they’re talking about doing the exact same things. It’s terribly amusing. I don’t know how it is they manage to be posting at exactly the same time over and over.  When the Livejournal Meet-up happened this week – it was THREE people in a row talking about eachother and the same thing. I suppose this is what happens when LiveJournal  becomes pleasingly inscestuous. I like it.

situations fine

Ian just pointed out that something I did today was pretty cool, so I thought I’d share.

I cranked the music a bit once I was back this morning, and after a bit I noticed there were some kids out front the building, really into my music. So I wrote down my playlist on a piece of paper and sent it down to them as a paper airplane. They were really embarrassed to be caught being dancy, but it didn’t stop them from taking the paper before running away.

heh

I am at liberty : no secrets

Your voice, it’s hovering over my mind. The paper of your skin I can
bring to mind, but your voice, it’s like a satellite I can’t take
down.. I’m waiting for the signal to transmute to sound, but I won’t
call you to take it. I can feel it, next to me. It slips away, like the
sleepless nights full of words we say.  It will be a gift you can
give me, like your name in my mouth. 

I walked into this not expecting anything. Now I feel like I’m climbing
through an echo. The innocence is open again. It is too perfect that we
both carried the people and not the names.  Meeting you is
creating realizations. Seventeen. The age of those shiny magazines with
thier plastic smiles that only exist in my doctors office. I didn’t own
a dress then and my hair was still the colour of damp straw.  I
was reading out the day I knew you were leaving when you watched last
night. I am falling.

I’m not at liberty to say
How a secret
message came for you today

For a moment I wondered what  would happen when I met you
again. Simple and colour clean. A moment in a black and white movie –
all lines and movement. I told you and you made my eyes catch thier
breath with only one phrase.

I’m like a mirror baby
I refract light back
at you
So silent, so thin, so tricky now
We do the things that lovers
do

I’m not at liberty to say
How a secret message came for you
today
It holds the secrets of my heart and my mind
It tells of vast
expanses stretching backwards over time

Two objects at equal
distance
Acting as if they care
Does weight follow mass in this
instance?
Oh, E equals MC squared

I’m not at liberty to say
How a
secret message came for you today
It holds the secrets of my heart and my
mind
It tells of vast expanses stretching backwards over time

rasputina : secret message