cypher

thankyou.

i am probably not the least bit concerned.
but you never know.
why do i find so many people uninteresting?
and why do i feel the need to be a hero?
why do i keep eating things that make me ill?
why am i the last to be married?

hurry hurry hurry
i liked it when she hummed.
i liked a lot of things.

four seasons in one day
lying in the depths of your imagination
worlds above and worlds below
the sun shines on the black clouds
hanging over the domain
even when you're feeling warm
the temperature could drop away
like four seasons in one day

Color is its own reward
color is its own reward
the chiming of a perfect chord
let's go jumping overboard
into waves of joy and clarity
your hands come out to rescue me
and I'm playing in the shallow water
laughing while the mad dog sleeps

There are but a thousand days preparing for a thousand years
Many minds to educate and people who have disappeared
D'you dig my friends? D'you dig my shoes?
I am like a child with nothing to lose but my mind

it seems i am no where near as cool as i wish i was.
that, perhaps, is the very definition of uncool.

i only have a few more chances to become great b4 it all blows up in my face and i remain eternally mediocre.

trying to tie the knots that have come undone.
building an antiseptic dream and then smearing it.
binding my heart to my mind and my mind to my soul.
feeling love but not for anyone.
wanting to sleep and laugh.

when you see the one you want to be with and the clear and true certainty of the situation hits you hard enough that you do not doubt, living without that certain someone is extremely ..um.. not fun.

sidenote:
bono said "fucking brilliant". hee hee.

playing with uranium.
if it blows up in your face.
see you on the other side.

i just finished my design for the Drama Workshop production of "The Taming of the Shrew".
people likes it.
happy.
me.

i am shallow.
i am the starfucker.