of course that's what i get for shamelessly plugging it in a comment box on his site. huzzah for proactive things.
i turned backflips the other night because michael and i are going to see the streets and dizzee rascal at the 9:30 club in d.c. on july 1st. it is one of only six shows they are doing together here in the states.
only the rest of today and tomorrow to go before i am done teaching for the semester. then exams, then workdays, then blissful summer in all its glory.
i have already decided to make plans to take wednesday 3rd november off from work. one of two things is going to happen: either i'm going to get so plowed out of happiness the night before that i can't even stumble in, or i'm going to be so depressed i'm going to need to not be around people that day. here's hoping for the former.
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"elle tombe en amour"
the softest rays of golden light
filtered through the haze of storm
setting yellow green horizon
as we wait, curled about the vane.
we can whisper things
no one else can hear.
do you or do you, do you or do you?
there is no question anymore.
i'm tumbling into all i just left behind.
i'm a performance artist who lost her lines.
i'm the allusion to things we past.
take up the wine, clink the glass.
a toast to self-destruction.
the thunder rolls across my hips
the lightning reflects in your eyes
clinging, raking fingertips in skin
how can you hear what i'm saying?
it's dangerous so near to sky
i call you 'icky' for short.
let the wax and wings dry hard.
and i'll hold on as long as i can.
i'm tumbling into all i just left behind.
i'm a president caught in the lie.
i'm the allusion to things we past.
take up the wine, clink the glass.
a toast to self-destruction.
