She holds Pete up like a chubby fur-puppet, and her Pete-voice reminds me of Burt (of Sesame Street fame, Burt & Ernie).
"Bethany, take me to work with you today. Do you think of me when you're gone? Do you miss me all day? Because I'd catch a grenade for you... jump in front of a train for you... I'd do anything for you. But you don't feel the same."
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Warthog in the House
"I feel like sitting with you. I want to be with you.
But the warthog is always there.
Phoenix has a wart on his foot, and he always hogs you, so he is the warthog."
But the warthog is always there.
Phoenix has a wart on his foot, and he always hogs you, so he is the warthog."
Monday, November 11, 2013
Monsters in the Night
"There might be monsters over there.
There really might be.
But don't you worry, I'll go first, and I will kill them.
I will see them, like, when I walk right up to them.
And I will shine my flashlight, and I will get them.
Don't you worry."
And he walked ahead of me, in the darkness, stomping and peering ahead for creatures. Shining his light. Talking a blue streak. Monsters might be deaf, you know.
There really might be.
But don't you worry, I'll go first, and I will kill them.
I will see them, like, when I walk right up to them.
And I will shine my flashlight, and I will get them.
Don't you worry."
And he walked ahead of me, in the darkness, stomping and peering ahead for creatures. Shining his light. Talking a blue streak. Monsters might be deaf, you know.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Sunday Note: What Lies Beneath
Some nights I sleep
on the edge of sleep
and I miss someone I once was
I sleep and wake
drift and rise
A tear glistens and I am confused
lonesome
Then stolen away again
I think I am traveling and my spirit goes
and goes
But my mind can't fathom
and so it befuddles and soothes
and accepts the twilight journey
But in the morning light I feel shadows
I feel I have drifted
I long for a place that is
not
of
this
world
And I long for the sleep to cradle
and mistrust
But mostly I long to know
Where I have come from.
BL
11/3/13
I decided in the morning that if I miss who I was, then I will be her again. Here comes The Sunday Note again. I'm back.
on the edge of sleep
and I miss someone I once was
I sleep and wake
drift and rise
A tear glistens and I am confused
lonesome
Then stolen away again
I think I am traveling and my spirit goes
and goes
But my mind can't fathom
and so it befuddles and soothes
and accepts the twilight journey
But in the morning light I feel shadows
I feel I have drifted
I long for a place that is
not
of
this
world
And I long for the sleep to cradle
and mistrust
But mostly I long to know
Where I have come from.
BL
11/3/13
I decided in the morning that if I miss who I was, then I will be her again. Here comes The Sunday Note again. I'm back.
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