akasnuggles

Today was a wonderful day. I wont go (too far) into poetics about it, just the basics, as usual.
My parents are going on a vacation the 16th. They take about 2 vacations a year, once in the spring, once in the fall. And i'm tellin ya, those kids need it. They're doing more together these days, which is good. They need to get back on the social circuit.
When i was younger, i remember there were always people around, always music playing, always alottla laughter. I remember alotta parties and so many no-blood uncles it's ridiculous.
In 91 that stopped, they dropped from the scene and became hermits, essentially.
But now they're getting out more, and god bless em for it.

I awoke at two. This, i believe, is the optimum time for me to wake up. It's my proper time. I think i've come to this conclusion before, but whatever. I havent felt frustrated or tired all day. So far, i've felt happy and fairly sociable. What woke me up was the storm. This isnt unusual, i'm a very, very light sleeper. A conversation in the main house can wake me up.
When S crashed here last weekend, i was out, drunk, for about 3 hours when he got up to use the bathroom. That woke me up.
I'm a light sleeper.
Anyway, the rain. It rained for a good, solid hour. Straight. At times with thunder, other times with hail (hale?). At certain points, it rained so hard that it sounded like one, long, sustained stream. A big, single drop. Fast moving television static. Snow.
It rained like that again at five. And, afterwards, there was a rainbow and the sky looked so incredibly blue. Not the powder blue that we generally get here, but like a real blue sky. Like azure. And everything was underwater, everything was a puddle and everything reflected everything.
It felt like spring.

i dont like it when i'm talking to someone and they get distracted by a girl walking by. that pisses me off, distracted by a skirt. Literally.
I also dont like feeling like i'm being taken for granted. these might be linked, i dunno. I could go further into depth, but this post has been rather pleasant, i'll restrain myself.
(it's also been devoid of my usual topics, such as masturbation, sex, gay lovin, and animals...until now.)













(Things that remind me of spring)
A Perfect Circle's Mer De Noms
Corn
Puddles
Jasmine and Lily Scented Things (not actual jasmine and lilies... i'm weird, fuckoff)
New Cotton Smell
Green Legend Ran
Ladybugs/Japanese Beetles
Bjork's Homogenic
Long Car Rides
there's prolly more, i just cant think of em at this particular moment.


These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin')
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo)
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a selfish
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she
And see if I can get her to need me

And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue

All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible

Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue