friskin

Theres no home for you here girl,
go away.
Theres no home for you here.
I'd like to think that all of this constant interaction
is just the kind to make you drive yourself away.
each simple gesture done by me is counteracted
and leaves me standing here with nothing else to say
completely baffled by a backward indication
that an inspired word will come across your tongue
hands moving upward to propel the situation
have simply halted
and now the conversations done.
Theres no home for you here girl,
go away.
Theres no home for you here.
I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you
that its impossible to get along with you.
Its hard to look you in the face when we are talking
so it helps to have a mirror in the room.
I've not been really looking forward to the performance
but theres my cue and there's a question on your face.
Fortunately I have come across an answer
which is go away
and do not leave a trace.
Theres no home for you here girl
go away.
Theres no home for you here.
Waking up for breakfast,
burning matches,
talking quickly,
breaking baubles,
throwing garbage,
drinking soda,
looking happy,
taking pictures.
So completely stupid.
Just go away.
Theres no home for you here girl,
go away.
Theres no home for you here.

White Stripes

Jeebus Christ! This is the creepiest thing I've ever seen!



somehow turned into



Talk about reverse ugly duckling syndrome....

It is too cold for ice cream.

(Impossible dinner conversation.)

Dream: Tons of stinging nettle covering my legs, except the little hairs are more like long, thin thorns. I start to pull them out with my hands; the pain is relieved as I do this. I notice on my left knee something that looks like a cross between a leech and a centipede. It is burrowing deeper and deeper I ask someone how to remove it.

Dream: I am in a restaurant, maybe on a boat, with Caroline. At a table near by there are two little Spanish boys (brothers, one a few years older than the other). They start talking to me, but it is diffucult to understand them. Suddenly a man bursts in, holds a gun to an old woman's head. The boys disappear, and people start hiding under tables and things.. We try to sneak into a broom closet or something like that, the man chases us, grabs hold of my leg. I kick to try to get him off, but he is in the room with me, on the floor. I get on top to try to subdue him...

Which PA character are you?

What a week!