lalalallalalaLOVE Stephin Merrit… (but I guess he doesn’t believe me?)

So you quote love unquote me
Well, stranger things have come to be
But let’s agree to disagree
Cause I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you

You tell me I’m not not cute
Its truth or falsity is moot
Cause honesty’s not your strong suit
And I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you

You tell me of what once was
And all about Buck, Butch, and Buzz
How they were not like me because…
But I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you

I had a dream and you were in it
The blue of your eyes was infinite
You seemed to be
In love with me
Which isn’t very realistic

You may sing me “They Were You”
And I start crying halfway through
But nothing else you say is true
So I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you

You may set your charm on stun
And say I’m delightful and fun
But you say that to everyone
Well, I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you

So you’re brilliant gorgeous and
ampersand after ampersand
You think I just don’t understand
But I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you


this is not representative

shower, dress, eat, work, sleep  

some days
were built to
rip you apart

if your lifestyle
lets you
you can sleep
through them

like bowling pins

as the ball rolls
towards you

For every fear that can’t be named
To calm you down

Your heart starts skipping steps
So you’re farther gone
Than you might expect
If your thoughts should turn to death
Gotta stomp them out
Like a cigarette

Down in a Rabbit Hole – Bright Eyes

You think you can leave the past behind?
You must be out of your mind.

beautiful works of magic by The Magnetic Fields

and there you are

unconventional enough to
resuscitate my heart

the way you make me feel something like
13 years younger is
uncontrollable, manifested in
how I show you my art like
maybe you’ll tape it to your fridge

I am in complete admiration of
the way you hold adjectives and nouns
mangle them up and sew them together
in a colorful mass of
tangled syntax

and I’m in constant

everything you do hits me hard enough to
shatter my communication skills
brain-dead my
inhibitions and (oh now)
I’m a greedy child,
only three words saturating
my veins

something random, I haven’t been writing much lately that’s worth anything.  I had a good weekend.  my Bollywood (or Tollywood I guess they call it when it’s south India) dance for Diwali night went really well.  met someone who has the capacity to make me actually wish I wasn’t single. but I’m sure that will pass.  it always does.