i stay up all night with the stars and sleep with sunlit clouds cascading down my back.
In Honor of Spatial Silence
i stay up all night with the stars and sleep with sunlit clouds cascading down my back.
i stay up all night with the stars and sleep with sunlit clouds cascading down my back.
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Friday, March 7, 2008
taking back the words i never said
Fairlight played at Mayrics again last night and surprisingly, for a wednesday night, the turn out was pretty good. thanks to the GreenPlace crowd for turning up and supporting both Fairlight Madison and Tragic Parody, it was fun playing along to your wolf whistles. sorry i couldn't make it to tonight's drinking session (way too much work to do) but i promise to attend the next session and get pissed-ass wasted and puke on everyone. nosebleed!  March5 pictures (click to view more)password: purpleelephants Fairlight Madison Live at Mayrics sorry for the dark dark dark dark dark video. mayrics is a very dark dark dark dark dark place and i couldn't be arsed to bring my video camera and thus bret had to make do with my digicam. audio's still pretty ok though. ---------------------------------------- while rummaging through the array of videos youtube has to offer, i came across a video of the ex-boyfriend singing a song he wrote me back when he was trying his damn hardest to get me to fall for him. of course, me being me watched it. i really shouldn't have. sweet as the song may have been, it is just not something i want to listen to now. i don't need to hear him sing the words i once found swoon worthy nor find out that i still can still manage to sing along to his song. screw you lyrics, why can't i forget you. ouch paolo. ouch. thank you for whatever you've been doing (you know what it is). this is why i am glad for the existence of mr.carabao and mr.mani. those two keep me happy and enterained. ---------------------------------------- he isn't just an infatuation or a muse who i base my lovey-gooey fiction on (my Ars Poetica bullshit was written with him in mind, in case you didn't know), he's someone who spouts all these hilariously-clever lines which moments before escaping his mouth had been in my head. he steals my words and i think that's just lovely. but how do you tell a person that? how do you let someone know that you think he's just plain love... ---------------------------------------- this has nothing to do with my post but Terry Prachett wrote:"The word 'fat' could not honestly be applied to him, not when the word 'gross' was lumbering forward to catch your attention. He was one of those people who didn't have a waist. He had an equator. He had gravity. If he fell over, in any direction, he would rock." laughed till i died. 3:45 PM
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