Thursday, April 8, 2010

A Life Less Ordinary

Would mean moving to Cameroon, just because the name sounds cool.
Or, skydiving, maybe?
Making tie-dye hair nets for a living.
Or, drinking nothing but carrot and scallion juice for 2 weeks.


Or being kidnapped by Ewan McGregor with a Joan Jett haircut. Love at first sight.

Monday, April 5, 2010

It won't always be like this.

So I'm going to take advantage of it

tripping balls with a pair of high flying bi-planes
you're so stuffed full of lemons and ice-cream, ew yum, get sum
sumlight extremist qualities and amazing gastro intestinal pyrotechniques
zebra sameness, hyena lameness
trippin balls trippin balls
couch potato soup
beat box jack in the
pants pants pants
squid octopi occupied
cry cry cry
trep trip trip
now I'm just typing everything that comes out
couch techno
couch love
couch ten things I hate about you
couch blue
couch 90's
couch set hut
trip trep slept
balls


I don't know what just happened

Death By Diamonds and Pearls

is by Band of Skulls, and is a good song, however, it is not really a "springtime" song, so I didn't put it in my playlist (see below)




my obsession



My Meager Sunshine Song List:

Song 2-Blur
Boys and Girls- Blur
Cut Your Hair -Pavement
Lust For Life- Girls
Summertime- Girls
Sweat- Inner Circle
Sugar Never Tasted So Good- The White Stripes
I Found A Whistle- MGMT
Congratulations- MGMT
Get On Your Boots- U2
Superfast Jellyfish- Gorillaz
Salmon Dance- Chemical Brothers
Blue Turning Gray- Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Dear God -Monsters of Folk
Instead- Madeleine Peyroux

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Morel

"No you bend your knee down like this", he said, showing me how. I mimicked his moves in front of him, trying to master just how it was you properly wrestled someone.
"Now you put your arm's like this!" and vaulting out of a crouch he put his arms around my waist and picked me up. My response was to just laugh, I couldn't actually move for fear of making both of us fall down hard onto the grass.
"I'm sure Grecian wrestlers always practiced with their female friends, and always at night" I said as he dropped me back to Earth and fell down on top of me, a smile gaping across his face.
"They aren't really a match compared to you, I'm sure, considering you have yet to pin me after all these 'attempts', I told you you didn't have a chance, and yet, you always come back for more. It's as if you like me or something." he said while brushing the grass and dirt of himself and clumsily picking out the sticks that had managed to engage themselves with my hair.
"I don't know where you get ideas like that, you manhandle me like Rosie O'Donnell broadcasts news...."
"With lots of cleavage?"
"Yes, that's what first came to mind"
"I thought so too"
We were laying down now, squinting up at the sky, the first days of spring hot and sweaty down our backs and in high supply of lemonade.
"Hey you" he said, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, making a closed eyed smile at me.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

That other weekend...

This other weekend I was thinking about my true friends. The ones that would call your house even though they know your parents are home, and they know that talking to them, as a guy that isn't your boyfriend, would be awkward. The kind of friends that immediately scoot over their chairs when you come to sit down, so as to make room, even though they thought you would be there so much earlier, with a group of your own friends. The friends where you can talk about all the ugly things in life and you can rant. Friends that make the 'stop talking' face when someone comes up behind you that you just started talking about. True friends, that make sure you know if you have a game or not and offer to cover your work, even though you're pretty sure you don't actually have a game. Or just, those people that you talk about music with, and popular culture, and those cliche topics of drama and love lifes and stuff. They are frinds.
Friends that don't mind if you stick mustaches on their car.
Pseudo friends that know that if they were going to your prom, then you would be part of that group that all hangs out together beforehand.
Friends that give back massages.
Friends that talk all night with you.
The friends that even though you don't see them, they know that you want the best for them, and they understand when you don't have anything to say for the type of situation they are in except "I'm so very sorry..."
People that know when you listen to Johnny Cash on repeat it is almost always a bad thing.
People that wanted you to go to the movies with their friends, even if it would mean taunting. And jeering.
The type of people that don't care if you yell at them or not. They just care about you.

Friendly type people.

Ones that understand that when they diss your hair and you say back "FUCK you too"
they really shouldn't take it the wrong way
you're just having a bad day

way to go

There isn't a room with a view
there is only one room
or one wall
with windows
and apparently
if you can see, if you are not blind
if the windows aren't opaque, if your eyes aren't melting
than there may be a view to the outside
but, you have to take into account that, indeed
your eyes may be melting


The shit times of spring:
A. lets go visit college, oh well, your grades suck, so your staying home
B. love sucks
C. physics sucks
D. soccer 1-3? season...
E. this writing, this season, it all
F. sucks

ick.

If I move away,
down to Cali where there isn't blue sky
if I find along the way
that there are many miles of
open country and big air
will I like it there
I'm not much for cares
the ease, the space
the packed apartments
the smog
I can see it pasted to me
pasted in my background
as if scissors cut me from here
and pasted me
right
there
never more have I wanted less to move about
and I never want to lose what I had before
and I know that what I wanted before
was to go to Cali
Greece did call me
Germany, maybe
France and its Parisian splendor
and the NorthEast America
with the Dutch beauty
and urban sprawl
of a million buzzing masses
huddling in cement towers
I knew that they too, were calling me
Marina City, and it's devotion to the water
I liked it too
but Cali, it's calling
but there's nothing there for me
except for
Cali

Friday, March 26, 2010

Oh, the days grow slow, though

And the hallway with paneling
belongs somewhere, in the 90's
back when the gloves I wore had strings attached
and I had five pairs of neon wind pants
oh, the days grow slow though

I learned to make waffles in the hotel
down by the beach where the waves swell
there are many memories here
along a sandy shore
oh, the days grow slow though

Tsk tsk, don't wear dresses
don't wears socks
never wears shoes
got callouses down to the bone, though
write this way, used to
oh, the days grow slow though

Cookie cutter afternoons
everyday in and out
to the pool and back again
red jeep, back seat
friends, yeah
oh, the days grow slow though

Runaway, restless
Middle
School
oh, the days grow slow though

Color blocking those memories
out of my head
gym class, running fast
oh, the days grow slow though

Fast forward to now and you find...
here,
the present
snarling, bearish
rear view is clear
I love the now
oh, the days grow slow though

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Mother Earth and Father Time

How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life'ss eternal rhyme
How very special are we
To have on our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time
He turns the seasons around
And so she changes her gown
But they always look in their prime
They go on dancing their dance
Of every lasting romance
Mother Earth and Father Time
The summer larks return to sing
Oh what a gift they give
Then autumn days grow short and cold
Oh what a joy to live
How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme
How very special are we
To have on our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time


That's some pig!

-Charlotte's Web

Spaceballs.

You ever think about what kind of music you would listen to if you were an astronaut?
And you were in space??
Right now!?

I do.

Low Rider- Santana
I Can See For Miles- The Who (cliche)
Come Fly With Me- Frank Sinatra
Fake Plastic Trees- Radiohead
Majik Marker- Mini Mansions
Flash Delirium- MGMT


But what if you only had one song that played over and over in your starship?
What would it be?