one last brain dump for now. read below if you want to be bored to tears.

hes not interested in a miracle he already believes but if the sun fell into his mouth, it might help me.i want to talk about it, but no one’s interested. i’ll bore them all. i’ll bore them all. no, we can talk about each other the centers of our lives and how many pinpricks it needs to die.i captured you in the living room, made funny faces and kept touching my glasses. i’ll bet the carpet’s soft. i’ll bet the carpet’s soft.

music from another room. it’s time to watch the moon bloom. its wicked its wicked its wicked what id do.

the water lifts us. we touch the path. i knew your father, an owl said. careful which berries you eat. thats how some found his end.i’d like to talk to you about it, but i’m afraid id bore im afraid id bore you. so many things to talk about. why that? why that? what are you worried about?

some say john the baptizer

the baby on the gypsys breast. its father plays alla turca on accordian. her dress, it moves. what brought you to me? why cant i appreciate? the wrong’s in me.

some say john the baptizer appeared on this spot. i pull a smoke – i wouldnt know – ive got my doubts.

theyre lying on a bench in front of the church. inside the walls theres a little mouse in a habit making gooseberry pie. it makes me calm. even the mice know whats right – the sun feeds the ground feeds the plants feeds the dead.

every good thing every good thing every good thing every good thing

mater and patrem

we’ll make some songs for the season and take them w/ summer beer. how good, how inestimably good would a cigarette be? i’ll teach you summer. i’ll teach you summer in the grass. i wish i knew the names of all these plants. all these plants. i wish i knew how to make them grow.

its my loss its my loss. i covered all the mirrors. i held my head underwater. i tried to tell a story but its all sticky notes misspelled ideas they’re slipping down

when my body move. if my body moves

not separate – not separate

dont be a heresy dont be a heresy

we’re not separate – we’re not separate

wish i could put everything right. went in the wrong building – got to the wrong floor – couldn’t find your door.dont you care to know if there are powers and dominions?and what happens when you push this button?

This entry was written by andrew, posted on March 10, 2009 at 4:43 pm