2004-09-01
as we know it.
september. it beckons. what a crisp name for a month. maybe brisk, even. i love brisk.
the beckoning of school, mostly. the end of This. Watermelon is expiring, I can sense it. I could actually smell it too, oddly enough.
and this is my last night of it. tomorrow night is right before. with the morning it all comes, in true september spirit.
papers, pencils, and hand dragging acrosst. and some form of school pride since i'll be here for homecoming this year, i suppose. (i remember my first day here of last year. i was so myself {(and still am, which is darn great)}. i hand a handful of swedish fish in my sweater pocket, just because. i didn't eat them at all that day, it was just the idea. a lot has changed since then, but i am somehow the same i know.) desks, sitting in them. elbows rest, bad posture. click of locker lock, pull down. weight on back, cross-legged on lawn under sun. i'm trying to remember these things, they will all probably flood back into existence and familiarity quite easily.
and i feel fine. completely content. a bouqet is always welcome, i'm sure. no one may see that for as simple as it is. everything is good, i want to assure all of that. i won't let it be otherwise. two years left. it has to be good. make it so. i will. i feel fine.
"I.T.E.O.T.W.A.W.K.I" by R.E.M.
that's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...
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good song, yes! the moon is waning. my heart is waxing. that is prob-ob-ly too caseic to be true. maaaybe.
september, i welcome thee.
leesah-likes at 12:23 a.m.