also, i am finally seeing Thrasher today after a week of absence. Finally the thrasher-bashing and angry vshu politics will cease as it always does when I visit him and remember how great he is.
damnit! why does EVERYONE including people who have JUST started live journal (amanda king bean) know how to do everything in it but me. I JUST WANT TO UNDERLINE SOMETIMES and maybe italicize. but then you have these muthafuckas with WORKS OF ART and font size changing. i feel like you are members of a club i dont have a jacket for.
I think Michael Jackson's best moves are in the Beat It video. your thoughts_______
yeah ok you're right.
From an e-mail from my Aunt Val - Yes, the weather is great, - you are right, your mom and i walked down High Street with the highest of heels!!! Ah, to bring back the time of youth, long hair flowing, heads a turning,.............Now I walk down High Street in pants and tennis shoes, and the only heads a turning are those asking for money
FOR THE LADIES
Heres a poem about the artifice and unfulfillment of sex:
Mock Orange - Louise Gluck
It is not the moon, I tell you
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.
I hate them.
I hate them as I hate sex,
the man's mouth
sealing my mouth, the man's
paralyzing body -
and the cry that always escapes,
the low, humiliating
premise of union -
In my mind tonight
I hear the question and pursuing answer
fused in one sound
that mounts and mounts and then
is split into the old selves,
the tired antagonisms. Do you see?
We were made fools of.
And the scent of mock orange
drifts through the window.
How can I rest?
How can I be content
when there is still
that odor in the world?
How could I ever have spoken such shit about Live JOurnal in the past? without it we all would have lost something. I wouldn't have known what would happen in the future (nathan) or Bush's economic plan, or the way to make a compilation properly according to amanda, or that lauryn has a urinary tract infection. sweet sweet journaling soothes like ben gay without the lovely smell or icy hot sensations or anything else like ben gay more like a long ass conversation that everyone keeps interrupting and now i have to end the sentence.
back by unpopular demand- VSHU MATCH EM UP
1. you stole my money, my cigarette.
2. piece of paper in her hand
3. forsake not your brother
4. I loved you since I knew ya
I wouldn't talk down to ya
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
5.run run run run run run run away
6. she brought me the news/ that my wife was dead
7. when you're rocking and rolling/ can't hear your momma call
8. that's why you prosecute I
9. miss ____sure like to ball
10. GONNA USE MY ARMS
GONNA USE MY LEGS
GONNA USE MY STYLE
GONNA USE MY SIDESTEP
11.he gets me in the dark and he says hes my man
but when we walk down the street he never holds my hand
12.nobody loves me nobody seems to care
well worries and troubles darling
you know ive had my share
13.Got rhythm i can't miss a beat
got new skank its so reet
got something im winking at you
The Pretenders, brass in pocket (2 x)
Ike & TIna Turner
Leadbelly (hint: the song is-- twelve oclock special) (2 x)
Al Green (song - take me to the _____)
Bob Marley and the Wailers (2 x)
answers next post. winner receives a blow job
second place - daffodil
third place - coupon for Little Bistro on high street