You want to know why I hate TV? I hate TV because of commercials. Not just any commericals, really, I think commericals are the most interesting part of TV. They show us how our minds work. There is one commercial that I just can't stand, however. Every night I see it, during the news or late night TV shows my momma watches, or when Arron and I are sitting around watching the golden girls or some other pointless shit.
Betty Crocker Warm Delights microwaveable desserts.
It's all women. Younf Parading around in their pajamas, dancing to music or just relaxing in their favorite chairs. Eating these desserts with drippy fudge or caramel. A sultry woman's voice talking about how chocolate is the 8th wonder of the world, warm chocolate the 9th. About how the spoon should be licked, about how the bowl should be licked until the tongue is tired. Images of women licking.
And so then, the commercial ends, and I don't want chocolate. I think, "goddamnit, now I'm horny. Stupid commercial."
Stupid commercial.
11 March, 2008
06 March, 2008
It's Done.
cross through the border states to the wrong side
and look away, virginia
him:
spend every day like the past is a bridge crossing twenty years
whispers away, not so much
get your poison tongue out of my ear
here's a fact you cannot rise above:
we'll have problems and then we'll have bigger ones
from damage to damned control
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no
her:
spiteful confrontations, trial separations,
it's just another present to get past
the man was very helpful but i knew he wouldn't stay
there used to be a baby but the baby went away
forswear what you undergo
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no
it doesn't make me cry to hear dylan say
most likely you go your way
i'll go mine
i'll go mine
i'll go mine
forswear what you undergo
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no
-Harvey Danger, Problems and Bigger Ones.*
*On one of the first mixed cds he made for me, after one of the first huge fights. The cd is called a new career in a new town.
On the way home from a conversation with my dear friend Mike Zivat. In the car with the stereo blasting this mixed cd, the one I generally use to torture myself when I'm riding the Amtrak. Instead, on the song that hurts the most I scream along and after the second verse I yell as loudly as i can, through tears and phlegm and coughs, "I've been healed and there is nothing you can do about it! NOTHING!"
And screaming through that and the next few songs. And I am healed, I am whole again, he is just the vampire, the artist in my past. And I can give of myself wholly to everyone. And for the first time ever, I belong wholly to someone who wants all of my love, not just some of it. He isn't uncomfortable.
The beautiful thing is that love only multiplies when it is given. So I have even more to spread around now. Just not physically anymore. I belong to a train conductor, and he belongs to me.
Make no mistake though, I am completed within myself.
Fuck you, Kyle Weiler, it's all been reversed.
and look away, virginia
him:
spend every day like the past is a bridge crossing twenty years
whispers away, not so much
get your poison tongue out of my ear
here's a fact you cannot rise above:
we'll have problems and then we'll have bigger ones
from damage to damned control
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no
her:
spiteful confrontations, trial separations,
it's just another present to get past
the man was very helpful but i knew he wouldn't stay
there used to be a baby but the baby went away
forswear what you undergo
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no
it doesn't make me cry to hear dylan say
most likely you go your way
i'll go mine
i'll go mine
i'll go mine
forswear what you undergo
you wanted to go alone though
i never said no
i never said no
-Harvey Danger, Problems and Bigger Ones.*
*On one of the first mixed cds he made for me, after one of the first huge fights. The cd is called a new career in a new town.
On the way home from a conversation with my dear friend Mike Zivat. In the car with the stereo blasting this mixed cd, the one I generally use to torture myself when I'm riding the Amtrak. Instead, on the song that hurts the most I scream along and after the second verse I yell as loudly as i can, through tears and phlegm and coughs, "I've been healed and there is nothing you can do about it! NOTHING!"
And screaming through that and the next few songs. And I am healed, I am whole again, he is just the vampire, the artist in my past. And I can give of myself wholly to everyone. And for the first time ever, I belong wholly to someone who wants all of my love, not just some of it. He isn't uncomfortable.
The beautiful thing is that love only multiplies when it is given. So I have even more to spread around now. Just not physically anymore. I belong to a train conductor, and he belongs to me.
Make no mistake though, I am completed within myself.
Fuck you, Kyle Weiler, it's all been reversed.
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