i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
raining dogs here . . .

Damn, i love this weather! i still hate to drive in it, but i love to sit in it . . .

i don't feel much like really updating here since my back still hurts and i am doing laundry, reading and chatting with people i actually like. People with BRAINS and something to say, unlike me . . . i just babble on here in this little box and wait for the people with brains to come online and amuse me. i have no shame, i'll even do little card tricks and tell them really bad jokes to cheer them up. Or post really bad entries as a way to apologize for publicly mocking them even when i swear that that was never my intention.

So, can we just say, like, 'stream of consciousness' and leave it alone?

And walk away whistling in the dark with our heads tilted up to the rain and our hands clasped firmly behind our backs?

Past a graveyard?

At midnight?

On Saturday the 14th?

Alone . . .


The song i was supposed to put on the commercial love day is
Here.
i love this song and it summs up so much about relationships.
i cried the first 10 times i heard it.
and got mad at all the losers i've ever known.
and stuff. so, go download it or read or whatever.


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confessed on 2001-02-16