{"id":1001,"date":"2004-11-01T10:47:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-01T10:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/01\/even-mythically-i-cant-deal-with-two-at-a-time-because-everyone-gets-more-than-half\/"},"modified":"2004-11-01T10:47:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-01T10:47:00","slug":"even-mythically-i-cant-deal-with-two-at-a-time-because-everyone-gets-more-than-half","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/01\/even-mythically-i-cant-deal-with-two-at-a-time-because-everyone-gets-more-than-half\/","title":{"rendered":"Even mythically, I can’t deal with two at a time because everyone gets more than half."},"content":{"rendered":"

Wolf Parade is bloody well LOCAL!<\/b> And they JUST HAD A GIG<\/i>. My melody cravings require all of their work. I’m irritated that I missed out. It would have been a transcendal discovery in time for Hallowe’en.
\n
\nsons and daughters of hungry ghosts<\/b>
\nI got hands
\nSo I got fists
\nSo I got a plan
\nIt’s the best that I can do
\nNow say, it’s in god’s hands
\nbut god doesn’t always have the best god damn plans, does he
\nIt ain’t quite the beauty
\nTo bolt out your guns and shoot
\nand the pretty pretty people
\noh I got to get thinking
\nThings are on hard dues and things
\nGot to get the fuck out of here
\nI got to get a new bell to ring
\nA new song to sing
\nSaid a hankering
\nReally a mess of things
\nA new plan to bring to the people
\nPeople I can jerk over everything and anything
\nCause you know
\nA russet just right in the light, yeah, it’s gold, it’s gold
\nAnd you know I got watering holes in my eyes
\nI’ve been digging a house in a land of holes
\nAnd you know
\nIt’s the easiest way
\nyou know it’s the easiest way
\nyou know it’s the easiest way
\nyou know it’s the easiest way
\nand you know it’s the easiest way
\nSo I go<\/p>\n

Lah lah lah lah lah lah
\nLah lah lah lah lah lah
\nLah lah lah lah lah lah
\nI got water and I got holes, oh
\nSons and daughters of hungry ghosts, oh
\nLah lah lah lah lah lah
\nI got water and I got holes, oh
\nlah lah lah lah lah lah
\nSons and daughters of hungry ghosts.<\/p>\n

So oh, lah lah lah lah lah lah
\nI got water and I got holes, oh
\nLah lah lah lah lah lah
\nSons and daughters of hungry ghosts, oh
\nOh ghosts
\nSo I got hands
\nSo I got fists
\nSo I got a plan
\nIt’s the best I can do
\nNow say, it’s in god’s hands
\nbut god doesn’t always have the best god damn plans,
\nDoes he say lah lah lah lah lah lah
\nI can’t believe in the guns
\nI can’t believe in the you
\nI say sing sing
\nlah lah lah lah lah lah
\nI can’t believe those hunters things can you?
\nlah lah lah lah lah lah
\nI got a new plan to bring
\nI got a new song to sing and go
\nlah lah lah lah lah lah
\nI got a new song to sing and you know
\nAnd you know it’s the easiest way
\nyou know it’s the easiest way
\nyou know it’s the easiest way
\nyou know it’s the easiest way
\nyou know it’s the easiest way<\/p>\n

So I go<\/p>\n

Have the song. It’s delicious.<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

Transcribing has improved my typing immeasurably. It started with the ASCII games then went into writing out impossible to find song lyrics. The children have been bringing me down. I can feel my fingers are cold more often now. Harder to place and hold to the keys.<\/p>\n

My mad wizard skills have been channeled too much into navigation lately and not the ming-ti. My social ninja grows rusty. To make the world a better place, I will fetch my TV On The Radio<\/a> ticket today. My consolation prize for this boy leaving. He will leave first thing Friday morning, my luck will find another of Mine on-line, then I will go dancing. If the world is with me, I will spend time with the band, if not I will come home and the time zone differences will expose my vulnerabilities and make me cry. It’s been impossible to hold this one. Let him slowly into being on of Us. We win when he makes fun of my other lovers. Now darling, you’re Family.<\/p>\n

lah lah lah lah lah lah<\/i><\/p>\n

I reach for you and you’re not there. You’re here instead, in my mind like smoke. I can taste you all on my tongue any minute of my day, it’s called love. We’re the next generation of the sweetest damned. Internet attached and never far away though distance lies. Tab A, Slot B, ports connecting patches of the body thoughts. I’m new at this but my confidence carries. It’s still alright. Everything’s grand, though sad. I can live with enough. My bed at night is cold, lonely without you. I know worse now that I’m under a cover with weight. How many times can I say goodbye at an airport without breaking?<\/p>\n

Bottled far away passion attraction, till death do us part but I’m dying. Time without and together and it’s all the same really, but I can feel something feeding inside me. Live with enough enough enough it’s always just enough and it’s bare scraping bones against wind, sharpening them until the day when there may be nothing left. Starvation sickness. It’s the only thing I’m scared of here. Survival is I shut the door on your turned back, watch you walk away, and you as well, and again and no matter how many times it happens, it’s never easier and something crumples into madness for just a split second and it hurts. Hard to let you leave. Wrong to keep you in person. Oh it hurts and it’s pain, but it’s enough. I can live with only and just enough.<\/p>\n

Facetime forgetfulness, what will we do when you get here? Down to L.A. sometime this winter. A week of playful out of boundary too heavy air full of metal tasting chemicals, oh darling, this gift you give me, it’s ready now and waiting. The oven’s been warmed for your precious head. The dock, the sand, the water, it will be more than I could ask. I’ll have you drop me off in the wicked city. Something in me loves flying. That we can be bored while hung thousands of feet above our unconquered earth is glorious. Stretch legs and click the buckle. Humming engine ennui for you. <\/p>\n

I’m waiting for my landlord to arrive. Collect the money in my careful envelope. <\/p>\n

It’s all in my head, but I live there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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