Touching from a distance, further all the time

It's out of control.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Just something I've been into for the past hour or so.

Contained in my cotton crib
Where I feel no turbulence
The ocean sleeps upon a shelf and it feeds my apathy
But i can feel it in the night
Like rain upon my skin inside a winter
But you began to splinter
If I decide to recognise my thorns

'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day, and fading away in the night

I feel the sun before it's light
And it fades away into the night
I was afraid, I feed myself
I cleared the shelf and killed the shame
But I can feel it in the night
Collect the rocks and throw them over borders
To shake the muddy waters
And clear myself from hiding every thorn

'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day, and fading away

And we grow, before we go over the windows
You're just a fool for him

'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day, and fading away
Dry in the day, and fading away
Dry in the day, and fading away in the night

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Everything depends upon how near you stand to me.

Gag. I just ate this soup stuff that was kind of spicy and now I feel like I'm going to puke out a lung. Blech. If it didn't taste so damn good I might stop eating it.

Hey quick question: If public nudity/flashing someone is a punishable crime, then how come nudists can go out with nothing but their hair and not get arrested? Something doesn't make sense here...