Something Relevant

how did that start?

want and don’t want.

want … and don’t want.

want … … and don’t want.

Chinese Finger Trap

Chi dara fine al gran dolore?
L’oro

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Who will put an end to this great sadness?
The hours passing.

i gave you directions like i wrote lists step by step meticulous where to be and how to get there but you missed the train once twice three times and you dare ask for another 

“…

like, this time it will change

like, this time you’ll be happy

like, this time i’ll actually care

                                 …”

like, read my lips - fuck off

did you vanish into something ethereal and gone for a moment then back like the flickering fluorescent lights barely noticeable in old clinical rooms waiting to be pulled apart limb by limb - are you hiding from the reality of what is what was what could would should be? you said not to and you’re doing it anyway, letting your mind take the reins and pull you far from the path you set out for yourself, lost in the wilderness and thicket of brown and grey and blue and green again and mostly green and orange like the changing autumn leaves; they make me think of you - “make me” as if it takes some force to bring thoughts of you into my head.  it’s the other green i hate.  the frothy green of the Atlantic ocean that bubbles ashore and you can’t stop it’s waves and it filters through all of your filters and seethes and takes residence holed up in the deep recesses of your mind and every once in a while takes a walk through your memories, unlocking cabinets, pulling out words long swept up and put away.  mind-reality is a mess dislodged from the reality i enjoy. the reality of you and me and summer and the changing seasons of wind swept hair and sun soaked skin - hours and days and weeks spent in the daylight in the moonlight under fluorescent lights of galleries and the strobe lights of concerts. and somehow all that is good is running parallel to all that had gone wrong.  ”make me”? no one “made me”.  i was absent when they took roll call; when they took names and asked for qualifications, my mind was spinning with freedom. there and gone and there and gone and mostly gone - i assure you.  i just waited for the time to pass; waited in an alternate reality to quell the riots already taking form. i let myself forget; for the first time i made myself forget that they had to, one day, merge.

Stefanie! I keep forgetting I have whiskey.  And all of tumblr needs to know that.

So glad I stumbled upon this …

via Spectacular Attractions by Dan North

Posted by jerkstore on Wednesday, 1/21/2009, 11:21 P.M.

“In my opinion Tina Fey completely ruined SNL. The only reason she’s celebrated is because she’s a woman and an outspoken liberal. She has not a single funny bone in her body.”

Dear jerkstore,

Huzzah for the Truth Teller! Women in this country have been over-celebrated for too long. Just last night there was a story on my local news about a “missing girl,” and they must have dedicated seven or eight minutes to “where she was last seen” and “how she might have been abducted by a close family friend,” and I thought, “What is this, the News for Chicks?” Then there was some story about Hillary Clinton flying to some country because she’s secretary of state. Why do we keep talking about these dumdums? We are a society that constantly celebrates no one but women and it must stop! I want to hear what the men of the world have been up to. What fun new guns have they invented? What are they raping these days? What’s Michael Bay’s next film going to be?

When I first set out to ruin SNL, I didn’t think anyone would notice, but I persevered because—like you trying to do a nine-piece jigsaw puzzle—it was a labor of love.

I’m not one to toot my own horn, but I feel safe with you, jerkstore, so I’ll say it. Everything you ever hated on SNL was by me, and anything you ever liked was by someone else who did it against my will.

Sincerely,

Tina Fey

P.S. You know who does have a funny bone in her body? Your mom every night for a dollar.