i'm missing voices
phones have never been important to me, i don't like to use them. i'm afraid of brain tumors, and i don't like asking (or answering) "can you hear me?" but i had a phone conversation last night, one of the longer ones of my life, 37 minutes.
did you know that in the original manuscript for "the wizard of oz" emerald city was only that color because everyone in the city wore glasses with green lenses?
i have pictures of people that i have not seen for a while and once in a while i'll stumble upon them. and then i remember the people. and i remember the last time i saw them, and i remember some times that i have hung out with them. and some places i have gone with them. i remember them.
there is a rumor that the casting director had several hundred midgets take a bus cross country for the movie. when they got there, he had them stay on the bus while he went and found the film director and told him to look out the window. when he lift the curtains he saw several hundred small asses mooning him from several buses.
when i talk to people that i have not seen for a while online, i remember them again. i wonder what they might have done that day, or how school is going. have they eaten dinner yet, and if not, are they a little bit excited to eat? i wonder how they are, and they can tell me.
there were a number of followups to "the wizard of oz." of course none of them were as popular as the first.
and i talked to someone on the phone last night for 37 minutes. someone that i care for greatly. and i didn't think about a time i spent with them, and i did't wonder if they were hungry. I just talked, and they just talked. we might as well have been sitting face to face in a dark room. i knew what they were doing. they were talking on a phone, brushing their teeth, getting in bed, cracking their ribs on something, apologizing to their roomate. it was reassuring. it said "i'm here"
i can say a lot in this
i can tell you how i'm feeling
i can remind you of a time we shared
i can let you know if i'm hungry or not
but i can't, no matter how hard i try, say to you "i'm here" and know that you will hear it.
did you know that in the original manuscript for "the wizard of oz" emerald city was only that color because everyone in the city wore glasses with green lenses?
i have pictures of people that i have not seen for a while and once in a while i'll stumble upon them. and then i remember the people. and i remember the last time i saw them, and i remember some times that i have hung out with them. and some places i have gone with them. i remember them.
there is a rumor that the casting director had several hundred midgets take a bus cross country for the movie. when they got there, he had them stay on the bus while he went and found the film director and told him to look out the window. when he lift the curtains he saw several hundred small asses mooning him from several buses.
when i talk to people that i have not seen for a while online, i remember them again. i wonder what they might have done that day, or how school is going. have they eaten dinner yet, and if not, are they a little bit excited to eat? i wonder how they are, and they can tell me.
there were a number of followups to "the wizard of oz." of course none of them were as popular as the first.
and i talked to someone on the phone last night for 37 minutes. someone that i care for greatly. and i didn't think about a time i spent with them, and i did't wonder if they were hungry. I just talked, and they just talked. we might as well have been sitting face to face in a dark room. i knew what they were doing. they were talking on a phone, brushing their teeth, getting in bed, cracking their ribs on something, apologizing to their roomate. it was reassuring. it said "i'm here"
i can say a lot in this
i can tell you how i'm feeling
i can remind you of a time we shared
i can let you know if i'm hungry or not
but i can't, no matter how hard i try, say to you "i'm here" and know that you will hear it.