May 2010
April 2010
Columbas Lift…
COEBURN LEMONADE.
WALDORF SPRITE
Well, only because mine is so amusing: Saint Cecelia Cherry Coke. It has the word ‘saint’ AND a stripper name (‘cherry’- perhaps I was a stripper before I turned to movies) AND a drug (‘coke,’ obvs). Perfect.
I guess we’re porn sisters because…
Columbas Lift…
COEBURN LEMONADE.
WALDORF SPRITE
Well, only because mine is so amusing: Saint Cecelia Cherry Coke. It has the word ‘saint’ AND a stripper name (‘cherry’- perhaps I was a stripper before I turned to movies) AND a drug (‘coke,’ obvs). Perfect.
I guess we’re porn sisters because…
“I wanted to throw the diorama at the wall and scream. Just scream, like right from the pit of my stomach where today’s angst had been festering. I wanted to watch the little furniture and people fall over and scatter inside their shoebox world. And when I did, all I could wonder, was if I’d thrown myself over the stairs, would everyone have fallen over?”
as you initiating the gesture of the high five demeans my opinion of you as it belittles me in comparison to you. We’re the same age, your in no way more important than me. So stop trying to create this high five transference because the action is about as patronising as patting me on my head when I do something correctly and calling me a ‘good girl’
Not my fault I think your psycho
older brother, restless soul, lie down
lie for a while with your ear against the earth
and you’ll hear your sister sleep talking
say “your hair is long but not long enough to reach
home to me
but your beard
someday might be”
and she’ll wake up in a cold sweat on the floor
next to a family portrait drawn when you were four
and beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more
she’ll lay it aside
older father, weary soul, you’ll drive
back to the home you made on the mountainside
with that ugly, terrible thing
those papers for divorce
and a lonely ring
a lonely ring
sit on your porch
and pluck your strings
and you’ll find somebody you can blame
and you’ll follow the creek that runs out into the sea
and you’ll find the peace of the Lord.
grandfather, gentle soul, you’ll fly
over your life once more before you die
since our grandma passed away
you’ve waited for forever and a day
just to die
and someday soon
you will die
it was the only woman you ever loved
that got burnt by the sun too often when she was young
and the cancer spread and it ran into her body and her blood
and there’s nothing you can do about it now
last year i was convinced i had ADD. I also managed to convince bronte and laura of this
this year, its aspergers
gosh i am so sure its scary
no matter who covers it
apart from fallout boy. just ew