lava lava
i let weeks pass i let weeks pass i let weeks pass i let weeks pass i let weeks pass i let weeks pass i let weeks pass i let weeks pass i let weeks pass. i let weeks pass.
i'm keeping it together
and cleansing
and morphing
and my wrists are in open air (cleansed of too many bracelets)
i figure you can be friends with anyone if you've got the time to get to know them.
i've gone mad
because i was born into a mad family in mad surroundings.
so many things are in my head that i figure i don't need reality anymore
i just need its disappointments
so i can keep dreaming.
walking slow i see myself across the street i'd stop and wave at me but
i've got no time of day.
my family's coming into town
whoever wants to witness katie chesebrough being really happy better come and snap shots of her being with other chesebroughs.
(big brother) martin called from the beach
he was walking backwards barefoot in the dark for miles in sand
we relate.
i guess i like being with my family because i look like them
that might sound superficial, but the simplicity
in looking like other people is a gentle bond between you. i can just sit on wooden chairs and look like people.
i need film
none of this is ever going to repeat itself; things will never be the same
still i'm awfully glad i came.
resonating in the shape of things to come
(you remind me of baseball, tow trucks, and the movies.
GOT A BRUISE ON MY PINKY RING FROM HOLDIN' TOO TIGHT.)
you're embedded in my sighs
i went on a cleaning rampage and now my bedroom is sterile and cold.
big scary monsters in paintings!
i stamped and labelled and stuffed and ordered and counted about one thousand envelopes today. roughly two thousand left to do before thursday; it's going to be a miracle if we get them sent out on time
they're letters to the artmissions members/ mailing list about the up-and-coming art theatre we've adopted
i'm really excited for films but scared for our financial survival
whoever is reading this and gives a damn (population: zero) please come, support it when we open. genuine smile
fashion club's doing alright and we've almost completed everyone's t-shirts and i'm wanting a storming in-school fashion show through the halls CLEAR THE CORRIDOR and barging in on classes.
i like unplanned events
and whizzing lights going by and by and by and by
and counting streetlights
and blinking lights to sleep
and broken pipelines. pango pango
i'm keeping it together
and cleansing
and morphing
and my wrists are in open air (cleansed of too many bracelets)
i figure you can be friends with anyone if you've got the time to get to know them.
i've gone mad
because i was born into a mad family in mad surroundings.
so many things are in my head that i figure i don't need reality anymore
i just need its disappointments
so i can keep dreaming.
walking slow i see myself across the street i'd stop and wave at me but
i've got no time of day.
my family's coming into town
whoever wants to witness katie chesebrough being really happy better come and snap shots of her being with other chesebroughs.
(big brother) martin called from the beach
he was walking backwards barefoot in the dark for miles in sand
we relate.
i guess i like being with my family because i look like them
that might sound superficial, but the simplicity
in looking like other people is a gentle bond between you. i can just sit on wooden chairs and look like people.
i need film
none of this is ever going to repeat itself; things will never be the same
still i'm awfully glad i came.
resonating in the shape of things to come
(you remind me of baseball, tow trucks, and the movies.
GOT A BRUISE ON MY PINKY RING FROM HOLDIN' TOO TIGHT.)
you're embedded in my sighs
i went on a cleaning rampage and now my bedroom is sterile and cold.
big scary monsters in paintings!
i stamped and labelled and stuffed and ordered and counted about one thousand envelopes today. roughly two thousand left to do before thursday; it's going to be a miracle if we get them sent out on time
they're letters to the artmissions members/ mailing list about the up-and-coming art theatre we've adopted
i'm really excited for films but scared for our financial survival
whoever is reading this and gives a damn (population: zero) please come, support it when we open. genuine smile
fashion club's doing alright and we've almost completed everyone's t-shirts and i'm wanting a storming in-school fashion show through the halls CLEAR THE CORRIDOR and barging in on classes.
i like unplanned events
and whizzing lights going by and by and by and by
and counting streetlights
and blinking lights to sleep
and broken pipelines. pango pango