on hiding...
Sinatra is singing to me....
what a flirt...
i think i must have cocoa flowing through my veins by now...
i've had three or four mugs full already today.
i've lost count....
my sleeves are too long.
my fingers are hidden and procted form the world.
just peeking....
i think i am jealous of my hands.
i have no soft, blue sleeve to hide in
to protect me...
but i am hiding, i think...
and peeking...
sometimes i escape deep into myself.
i hide, like a cat "hides", crouching in short grass, in plain view....
i don't look at other people.
not at their faces.
not at them at all, if i can help it...
i don't really listen to anyone.
i just "uh-huh" and "ok" the day away.
i don't really do it conciously, i just need to, sometimes
-i want a bath with bubbles so high the neighbors can see.
i want gingerbread cookies.
i want to go home.
i really would enjoy hiding today.
i think i'm going to rent a movie or five and hole myself up in my room.
-fuck.
i have to clean the other room.
i promised....
it's ok, i've got tunes up there.
i can hide just as well there as anywhere.
where is your favorite hiding place?
i have a few....
wanna know?
i'll tell...
*my sofa, when no one is around.
my living room is so damn cozy....
*my bedroom.
good things lurk around in there. i have lola, the universal three (missing wolfman and mummy), pillows, pretty lights, candles, O'Doo, peter rabbit, favorite velvet quilt, burts, pens, good things....
*my roof, when it's warm.
nothing beats being up in the air, ten feet closer to the stars....
*my car.
i have everything i need in my car. pumpkinhead, music, freedom, heat,O'Doo, burts, pens, -that strange, comforting feeling that only movement can bring.
*and, if i'm REALLY desperate, the empty bathtub.
however, there are problems with that one: it's cold, hard, often dark, and it's in the bathroom. when you hide in the bathroom it's only a matter of time before something unpleasent happens....
*and if i lose access to all those places, i crawl into my mind, and hide there.
where do you go?
tell tell!
and while your at it, tell me exactly what you are thinking right now.
please please?
i want to know!
what a flirt...
i think i must have cocoa flowing through my veins by now...
i've had three or four mugs full already today.
i've lost count....
my sleeves are too long.
my fingers are hidden and procted form the world.
just peeking....
i think i am jealous of my hands.
i have no soft, blue sleeve to hide in
to protect me...
but i am hiding, i think...
and peeking...
sometimes i escape deep into myself.
i hide, like a cat "hides", crouching in short grass, in plain view....
i don't look at other people.
not at their faces.
not at them at all, if i can help it...
i don't really listen to anyone.
i just "uh-huh" and "ok" the day away.
i don't really do it conciously, i just need to, sometimes
-i want a bath with bubbles so high the neighbors can see.
i want gingerbread cookies.
i want to go home.
i really would enjoy hiding today.
i think i'm going to rent a movie or five and hole myself up in my room.
-fuck.
i have to clean the other room.
i promised....
it's ok, i've got tunes up there.
i can hide just as well there as anywhere.
where is your favorite hiding place?
i have a few....
wanna know?
i'll tell...
*my sofa, when no one is around.
my living room is so damn cozy....
*my bedroom.
good things lurk around in there. i have lola, the universal three (missing wolfman and mummy), pillows, pretty lights, candles, O'Doo, peter rabbit, favorite velvet quilt, burts, pens, good things....
*my roof, when it's warm.
nothing beats being up in the air, ten feet closer to the stars....
*my car.
i have everything i need in my car. pumpkinhead, music, freedom, heat,O'Doo, burts, pens, -that strange, comforting feeling that only movement can bring.
*and, if i'm REALLY desperate, the empty bathtub.
however, there are problems with that one: it's cold, hard, often dark, and it's in the bathroom. when you hide in the bathroom it's only a matter of time before something unpleasent happens....
*and if i lose access to all those places, i crawl into my mind, and hide there.
where do you go?
tell tell!
and while your at it, tell me exactly what you are thinking right now.
please please?
i want to know!