song of the day...
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.
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so i don't know what to post anymore and this song has been in my head all night.
even through 2 rounds of rock-n-roll jeopardy!
boredom has officially set in and i'm almost too excited about having the day off tomorrow that i don't even notice.
*yawn*
i think it's time for a movie. but finding one could just be a setback. we have so many of them, but they're just not good enough anymore.
how i'd hate to be an old movie. just sitting. getting dusty. with nobody getting drunk and cleaning me.
so today was patriotic omelette day at work. let me tell you just how crazy my job #1 is:
tropical shirts. kakhis. $1 omelettes. red white and blue balloons and streamers. the poe-leece wanting volenteers for some crap. what a crazy day. and to think...i volunteered for that stupid shift. oh well. it's over now.
and now it is time for the bed. it misses me. and i miss it.
sweet dreams all!
<8
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?"
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.
--------
so i don't know what to post anymore and this song has been in my head all night.
even through 2 rounds of rock-n-roll jeopardy!
boredom has officially set in and i'm almost too excited about having the day off tomorrow that i don't even notice.
*yawn*
i think it's time for a movie. but finding one could just be a setback. we have so many of them, but they're just not good enough anymore.
how i'd hate to be an old movie. just sitting. getting dusty. with nobody getting drunk and cleaning me.
so today was patriotic omelette day at work. let me tell you just how crazy my job #1 is:
tropical shirts. kakhis. $1 omelettes. red white and blue balloons and streamers. the poe-leece wanting volenteers for some crap. what a crazy day. and to think...i volunteered for that stupid shift. oh well. it's over now.
and now it is time for the bed. it misses me. and i miss it.
sweet dreams all!
<8