Birthday message to a dear friend (whilst drunk on Wyborowa vodka)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Hope that your festivities this weekend will be astounding and outrageous and unbridled and incomparable
I wish that we were on a desert island with war paint with an endless supply of rum and pineapples, with all your friends and a massive bonfire and stereo system, just dancing around screaming and worshipping the distant constellations in the heavens above us
hollering and hooting and spazzing out to the big beat - all the whales and dolphins would swim up to the surface just to check out the BIG CRAZY Bass which is disturbing the waves with its vibrations
seriously
it amazes me how long that you have been a part of my life.
I dont understand how or why you are a part, or what has kept you around so long.
I am a fuckup and a procrastinator and a coward at best, and if i stumble across amazing people it is only by accident and not by expectation.
Sometimes I wonder why you haven't lost interest in me, and to use a cliche i never take you for granted.
i feel comfortable with you, and enthusiastic, energetic, i get a rush when i communicate with you. I feel as if I have a crazy sapphire soul surfing the waves beside me, urging and pushing and thrilling me onwards into the dark chasm with the oceans of opportunity crashing against the ever-promised horizons beyond
I have fun with you. I admit that sometimes I see weaknesses in you, but if I do it's only because you reveal them to me openly, and for that i feel flattered and honoured that you would trust me enough to reveal your scars.
It helps me, it nourishes me, it makes me confront my own shortcomings, failures and drak secrets. I love that side of our relationship, as grim as it may be. I cherish the fact that we have grown so much together, despite being so far away and in such infrequent contact, and leading such weird and fantastically variant lives.
I love the idea of you. Sometimes in my head when I am confronted by criticism or conservatism in those around me, i long for your company, to have you beside me in my crew, so we can start screaming like motherfuckers and jump off that cliff together
More than once I have asked my self what would she do in this situation?
You are a dawn
you are kerosene
you are an acetylene torch on cursed flesh
you are the asphodel blossoms blooming from the ash and lava
you are the last breeze of the sunset blowing through the palms of the caribbean
you are scorpio lighting the peaks of the atlantic as it slithers southward toward morning
you are the white blizzard dancing in the morning light, skipping over the lake and the shivering pines
you are my cherished friend
and i wish i had more words to help you understand how well i wish you on your birthday
i am drinking polish vodka
and listening to old rustic mexican cantina music
and fanning myself in the humid near-summer night
imagining you dancing
Don't know what else to tell you right now,
or what i can say to inspire you and energize you for the journey ahead,
so i'll just quote ole Tom:
My daddy told me, lookin back,
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track
So when I was 13 said, I'm rollin' my own
And I'm leavin' Missouri and I'm never comin' home
And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
Hope you are lost in the bottom of your drink for just
long enough to touch the fluttering swan who stumbles around in the bottom of your soul
but not too long to find your way home
past your old neighbourhood
and the ratty thrift stores and the beat-up liquor stores
and the fading movie theatre thats
FALLING APART
and the shoe store with the paint flaking, where you stop for a pirhouette and a kiss,
then the all night diner
and the antique store with the mannequin that never smiles
do a ring around the elm tree
and skip across the old train tracks
and lift your bottle once more, for the moon, for venus, for dreams and orion,
the bright fields of light that hover above you.
stretch out on the grass
and kiss your pillow,
pick a clover and toast st patrick before
you fall into a deep sleep
SMILE
IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY
AND LORD KNOWS YOU FUCKING ROCK
Hope that your festivities this weekend will be astounding and outrageous and unbridled and incomparable
I wish that we were on a desert island with war paint with an endless supply of rum and pineapples, with all your friends and a massive bonfire and stereo system, just dancing around screaming and worshipping the distant constellations in the heavens above us
hollering and hooting and spazzing out to the big beat - all the whales and dolphins would swim up to the surface just to check out the BIG CRAZY Bass which is disturbing the waves with its vibrations
seriously
it amazes me how long that you have been a part of my life.
I dont understand how or why you are a part, or what has kept you around so long.
I am a fuckup and a procrastinator and a coward at best, and if i stumble across amazing people it is only by accident and not by expectation.
Sometimes I wonder why you haven't lost interest in me, and to use a cliche i never take you for granted.
i feel comfortable with you, and enthusiastic, energetic, i get a rush when i communicate with you. I feel as if I have a crazy sapphire soul surfing the waves beside me, urging and pushing and thrilling me onwards into the dark chasm with the oceans of opportunity crashing against the ever-promised horizons beyond
I have fun with you. I admit that sometimes I see weaknesses in you, but if I do it's only because you reveal them to me openly, and for that i feel flattered and honoured that you would trust me enough to reveal your scars.
It helps me, it nourishes me, it makes me confront my own shortcomings, failures and drak secrets. I love that side of our relationship, as grim as it may be. I cherish the fact that we have grown so much together, despite being so far away and in such infrequent contact, and leading such weird and fantastically variant lives.
I love the idea of you. Sometimes in my head when I am confronted by criticism or conservatism in those around me, i long for your company, to have you beside me in my crew, so we can start screaming like motherfuckers and jump off that cliff together
More than once I have asked my self what would she do in this situation?
You are a dawn
you are kerosene
you are an acetylene torch on cursed flesh
you are the asphodel blossoms blooming from the ash and lava
you are the last breeze of the sunset blowing through the palms of the caribbean
you are scorpio lighting the peaks of the atlantic as it slithers southward toward morning
you are the white blizzard dancing in the morning light, skipping over the lake and the shivering pines
you are my cherished friend
and i wish i had more words to help you understand how well i wish you on your birthday
i am drinking polish vodka
and listening to old rustic mexican cantina music
and fanning myself in the humid near-summer night
imagining you dancing
Don't know what else to tell you right now,
or what i can say to inspire you and energize you for the journey ahead,
so i'll just quote ole Tom:
My daddy told me, lookin back,
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track
So when I was 13 said, I'm rollin' my own
And I'm leavin' Missouri and I'm never comin' home
And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
Hope you are lost in the bottom of your drink for just
long enough to touch the fluttering swan who stumbles around in the bottom of your soul
but not too long to find your way home
past your old neighbourhood
and the ratty thrift stores and the beat-up liquor stores
and the fading movie theatre thats
FALLING APART
and the shoe store with the paint flaking, where you stop for a pirhouette and a kiss,
then the all night diner
and the antique store with the mannequin that never smiles
do a ring around the elm tree
and skip across the old train tracks
and lift your bottle once more, for the moon, for venus, for dreams and orion,
the bright fields of light that hover above you.
stretch out on the grass
and kiss your pillow,
pick a clover and toast st patrick before
you fall into a deep sleep
SMILE
IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY
AND LORD KNOWS YOU FUCKING ROCK