Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire __One Percent - 1%__ Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never.



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That being touched would make me feel so sad.
That hearing loving words would have me despair.
I didn't ever think...who would want to
sensate and equate these 2 very different emotions?
Disconnect...they aren't the same
they are only conjoined by
the circumstances in which you presently abide.
Of your joint making...never forget that!
Thinking thinking...
As odd as it seems, once I have my house in order -
meaning I must finsh cleaning and organizing and sorting and storing and moving and dusting and laundering and folding and selling and donating and other numerous necessities; I find the time to muse on getting "my house in order" (for all you old schoolers).


Wish You Were Here Lyrics - Incubus
I dig my toes into the sand.
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket.
I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless and in this moment I am happy.

[Chorus:]
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here.

I lay my head onto the sand.
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it.
I'm counting ufo's.
I signal them with my lighter
and in this moment I am happy, happy.

[Chorus]

The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in.
Maybe I should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air.

[Chorus]


High and Dry - Radiohead
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one WHO cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces; you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you've ever had, the best thing that you've ever, ever had.
It's the best thing that you've ever, the best thing you have ever had has gone away.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 10:08