song: O, children// Nick Cave
oh boy.
at present i am extremely hormonal. and exhibiting masochistic behavior, as i've chosen to listen to nothing but nick cave (lyre of orpheus) for the past two days. god damn. are there any other fans reading this? what is it about this man's music that is so haunting? how does it manage to seep into every nook and crany of your being, opening old wounds, uncovering buried shames, insecurities, and fears? it leaves you exposed, raw, and open to all the feelings you thought you had suppressed.
*FYI: this isn't me writing, it's the PMfuckin'S.*
enough.
i just need to bleed.
life's little ups and downs.
one day you're high as a fucking kite and the next you've nose-dived and find yourself trapped between the jaws of the neighborhood mongrel. and he's tearing you to shreds. all your pretty colors now hang in tatters. and your 2000 miles away from your blue sky and the faces of the stars; the people you love, everything familiar and home.
i said enough.
here are some pictures of what i did this week:
so tell me a fucking cheesy joke or something.
or a childhood memory, favorite lyric, dream, wish, observation, fear, etc.
i'd appreciate it.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
-redmessterbater
Child in Red
Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.
She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around...
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.
Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.
It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.
It's this dress that she'll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.
-Rilke
oh boy.
at present i am extremely hormonal. and exhibiting masochistic behavior, as i've chosen to listen to nothing but nick cave (lyre of orpheus) for the past two days. god damn. are there any other fans reading this? what is it about this man's music that is so haunting? how does it manage to seep into every nook and crany of your being, opening old wounds, uncovering buried shames, insecurities, and fears? it leaves you exposed, raw, and open to all the feelings you thought you had suppressed.
*FYI: this isn't me writing, it's the PMfuckin'S.*
enough.
i just need to bleed.
life's little ups and downs.
one day you're high as a fucking kite and the next you've nose-dived and find yourself trapped between the jaws of the neighborhood mongrel. and he's tearing you to shreds. all your pretty colors now hang in tatters. and your 2000 miles away from your blue sky and the faces of the stars; the people you love, everything familiar and home.
i said enough.
here are some pictures of what i did this week:
so tell me a fucking cheesy joke or something.
or a childhood memory, favorite lyric, dream, wish, observation, fear, etc.
i'd appreciate it.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
-redmessterbater
Child in Red
Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.
She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around...
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.
Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.
It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.
It's this dress that she'll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.
-Rilke
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I love that joke.
I'm gonna be back in The Couve this weekend, you and Rin should come hang out with me so we can talk about Scarlett's boobs.
I'll be in town for the weekend, so I get there hopefully late afternoon on Friday, Dec 15th (my birthday) and I'll come back Sunday, Dec 17th. You're more then welcome to come back down with me; road trips are better with company anyway. You can take the train back up, I think it's like $60.
I'd offer you a place to stay, but I live in a studio apartment with no furniture except a bed and a desk. There's a great hostel within walking distance of me, Northwest, and Downtown, which are the touristy areas. It's $17 a night in the winter, so that's about as cheap as it gets. I stayed there my first week in Portland when I was looking for a job/apartment, it's nice and clean and in an awesome location.
I could also ask around in SGPDX, as I'm sure someone could take you in. Erin I think has a spare room and couch in her house, but it's further away from all the good stuff.