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Post by Shlozm on Dec 29, 2002 9:44:08 GMT -5
eventhough i listened to "is this desire" on the way to work (whole cd more than once!) and the radio on the bus had "hey mickey" song that ALWAYS gets stuck in my head. i've just had idiot prayer in there, and it won't stop. pretty good actually, that's one of my fav songs.
the following passage is the one i'm fixated on:
Dark red and big with blood
They're gonna shut me down, my love
They're gonna launch me into the stars
Well, all things come to pass
Glory hallelujah
and then my mind automatically makes the link between "glory hallelujah" here to tori's playboy mommy .... and then ...... i don't know what i'm saying here....
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Post by Shlozm on Dec 29, 2002 10:18:14 GMT -5
i'm begging jesus pleaaaaaaaase send his love to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee wind and rain may haunt me look to the north and pray send me please his kisses send him home today ***************** in the blue of my oblivion oblivion ***************** her glove of bones at her wrist ***************** i got a little guilt thing just now about my day off tomorrow.....  the other secratery's daughter is very sick and they need a secratery here (they need her lot more than me cause she can do stuff, but they;ll settle for all they can get!). but i want that workshop tomorrow so bad i'm going. |
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Post by Sid on Dec 29, 2002 10:51:50 GMT -5
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Post by Sid on Dec 30, 2002 9:23:11 GMT -5
Hmm...got Portishead stuck in my head at the mo...Not a bad thing, by any stretch of the imagination, but was just a little embarrassing when I realised, mainly due to the firtive glances i was getting off some people in my local Sainsbury's, that I was singing the "I just wanna be a woman" line to myself while shopping for vegetables this morning...
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Post by Shlozm on Dec 30, 2002 12:56:20 GMT -5
 !!!!! lovely sid  today i got one of those people who talk to themselves in public (unlike the rest of us who are still in the closet ), hand motions and all, on the bus and he HAD TO SIT NEXT TO ME, eventhough there were pleanty of seats  . |
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Post by Sid on Dec 30, 2002 22:00:57 GMT -5
 I hate getting buses for exactly that reason. I only ever need to use them after a night out, 'cos the underground finishes around 1am ish, so the type of clientele I tend to meet there are, to say the least, fruitcakes. And yes, when the worst afflicted members of this community get on 'my' bus, they all tend to decide to try & befriend me, no matter how empty the bus may be. And there's no escape!! You can tell as soon as they step foot on the bus that you're destined to spend the next hour smiling nervously at him, hoping that's the response he's looking for, and that you haven't just sat there grinning inanely through an incomprehensible outpouring of emotion linked to his mother's recent demise. Good God, where did all that come from? think i'm getting a nosebleed |
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Post by bugg on Dec 31, 2002 3:24:57 GMT -5
And there's no escape!! You can tell as soon as they step foot on the bus that you're destined to spend the next hour smiling nervously at him, hoping that's the response he's looking for And that's when life is TRULY TRULY painful  |
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