warp drive
and it is 1am on a Monday and I hardly slept over the weekend and went to three concerts in four days and the last two were non-stop bouncing dancing headbanging and I am still wired and the line most often played in my head at these moments is will no one stay awake with me and so far throughout this life, no one has... I seem to be the only one who believes (and actualizes) the celebration never ends... from New York City to California and many points in between, I end the night alone (even when I am not sleeping alone)... there is always another burst of energy in my mind and a surge of adrenaline in the body and I reach for words in the absence of human friends...
listening to Circa Survive and wondering why...
ever feel a great haunting?...
is it irony, coincidence, or meaningless trivia that both Precious and I bang out noses and though we might have to deal with a nose bleed in the middle of a squishing moshing crowd and Circa Survive has a song called The Glorious Nosebleed...
of course I'm stretching, I'd stiffen up if I didn't...
we also experienced Rise Against and Thursday... I'll admit that I did not give Thursday a fair shake because I was not on the floor, but rather I was safely bouncing around the back and upstairs and corners of the club because I was the guardian of the glasses... I sacrifice so much... so Precious found herself another hero to protect her on the floor and afterwards told me I wouldn't have survived the floor experience... I am never ceased to be amazed at how little she really knows me and how she so completely underestimates me most, if not all of the time... it stings for a moment, but then I remember (remember) that I have nothing to prove to her or anyone and I've been there and done that more times than I can remember (remember) and I have a pretty darn good memory... so what am I trying to prove and to whom right here?...
tomorrow, perhaps I'll find someone who cares to know me beyond the written word... until then, thanks for being out there...
listening to Circa Survive and wondering why...
you walk straight not like them to fool them in make it seem like you're in trouble make a sound fake it enough what made you so scared maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares if you remember (remember) I've been trying to get back to the center I'm sure it's not like it was before to make them drink tell them that it's only water no one leaves till we figure this out what made you so scared maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares if you remember (remember) I've been trying to get back to the center I'm sure it's not like it was before... patience both we and our words are over-produced by influence by influence patience both we and our words are over-produced by influence I'm only asking if you remember (remember) I've been trying to get back to the center I'm sure it's not like it was...
ever feel a great haunting?...
is it irony, coincidence, or meaningless trivia that both Precious and I bang out noses and though we might have to deal with a nose bleed in the middle of a squishing moshing crowd and Circa Survive has a song called The Glorious Nosebleed...
of course I'm stretching, I'd stiffen up if I didn't...
we also experienced Rise Against and Thursday... I'll admit that I did not give Thursday a fair shake because I was not on the floor, but rather I was safely bouncing around the back and upstairs and corners of the club because I was the guardian of the glasses... I sacrifice so much... so Precious found herself another hero to protect her on the floor and afterwards told me I wouldn't have survived the floor experience... I am never ceased to be amazed at how little she really knows me and how she so completely underestimates me most, if not all of the time... it stings for a moment, but then I remember (remember) that I have nothing to prove to her or anyone and I've been there and done that more times than I can remember (remember) and I have a pretty darn good memory... so what am I trying to prove and to whom right here?...
tomorrow, perhaps I'll find someone who cares to know me beyond the written word... until then, thanks for being out there...
posted by candoor at 2:33 AM
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Hi Candoor,
you might want to check out
Sour Kraut (on my sidebar)
and her friends from Pampa Bay
I'm in too minds
Florida or California
Alas we cannot be in two places at
once (unless z0tl's got any secrets)
It's hard enough to make time or find time when we are only physically in one place - of course our mind can be on more than one thing, but we still generally need to be focused on one
Watching cctv is one thing
But trying to watch four films on four channels, or listen to four radio channels at the same time, is like trying to keep an eye on four toddlers or children, and give your undivided attention to precious her twin brother, and her three sisters (if she had any).
Hope you are having fun!
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I've got to get in the habit of responding to comments in some timely way... well, I don't have to, but I would like more conversation... I've just been a failure at sustaining conversation for the last few years or so...
z0tl is a secret... even he doesn't know it :P
I usually think I am in several places at once, but that's only to keep from being bored where I am... my undivided attention scares people away, so I've learned to give partial attention cuz that is all they really seem to want... I wish I knew someone who gave and received undivided attention... it's been more than a few years since I did...
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I can relate to the undivided attention thing. Mine scares everyone away too at some point. If you figure that secret out, lemme in on it. Hugs and hugs and hugs.
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P.S. Is Sony still eating messages?
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