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this week's strange word is freshlight. freshlight as in "I need to get me a new freshlight. I'm afraid the power's gonna go out." see also, flashlight.

Writer's Block: Father nature

What is your fondest childhood memory of your father or grandfather?

what a question. seriously. my dad left when i was 8, disappeared and reappeared throughout adolescence, and finally vanished around age 21. i found him again....right around age 32, and realised i just couldn't deal with yet another vanishing act.

so, i vanished first.

when he died a couple of years later, my mom phoned me. she found out from a random google search that turned up his obit. when i called his current, and 6th wife, all she could say was "why didn't you ever call him back? you broke his heart."

oh.

okay, then.

argh.

soooo.....i am about to seriously murder my cat. any takers? he's 11, and kind of an asshole.

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and again.....

more ian, because i can....





To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you
In a room without window in the corner, I found truth

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor
And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left

I did everything, everything I wanted to
I let them use you for their own ends
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you

30 years on....

Ian Kevin Curtis (15 July 1956 – 18 May 1980)




This is why events unnerve me,
Define it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask's the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
Word will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
What she heard, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

I break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.



culled.

who needs spring cleaning?

trust me...it's not me--it's definitely you.
so, we djed again. me and her, and two others.....it was pretty rad, even if she had to bow out, due to Real Life. i'll post my own setlist tomorrow, because that is what i do. for now, i am just stoked.

Home is where i want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(so i) guess i must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok i know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo i got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where i want to be
But i guess i'm already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did i find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where i'll be . . . where i'll be

Hi yo we drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till i'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head ah ooh.....




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crossposted like a mofo, sorry for any repeats!

i think i've managed to turn off the fucking twatterwhatsit. huzzah, etc.

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