my dream girl don't exist
May I tell you the greatness of this song? Neutral Milk have a way of making suicide and horrible gloomy things seem so... happy? Maybe not happy but something like it.
my dream girl don't exist. and at the age of five she slit her wrists. she didn't know that I'd be hanging around. so her parents buried her in the ground. to this day I can still hear the sound of her laugh in outer space.
I really should be going to sleep. It's almost five am but I think the caffeine's done something to me. but now I've killed the music, which always kills my energy.
Alright. I'm going to sleep now. I'll post again tomorrow.
g'night.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
embers
I finished reading Funny Boy last night, I would recommend it to anyone who likes to read, especially those who like more personal stories. I had never really sampled any books with the middle east (as in sri lanka if that really counts), and it was interesting how similar it seemed.
I just got back from the funeral for Jonathan. I was surprised at myself, I wasn't expecting to cry. I was never really good friends with him, but I do have a few memories. He was a really great kid, seemingly always smiling, really funny even if it wasn't on purpose, and it was very clear how many people he touched.
During the service at the actual cemetery, I was looking at Debbie, Jonathan's mother, and seeing the pain on her face and I started to cry. But suddenly, I think we both noticed it at the same time, one of those, you know those little fluff balls that you catch in your hands, well the kind that you can't catch and hold in your hands, you have to let them come to you and sometimes they'll let you hold them but they always seem to slip away before you're ready to let them go... one of those flew up from nowhere right over the coffin and Debbie stopped crying for a moment and so did I, and she started blowing at it, then closed her eyes. I watched it fly over the crowd and off, way way up into the sky.
I'd like to think that it meant something.
See you later Jono.
I finished reading Funny Boy last night, I would recommend it to anyone who likes to read, especially those who like more personal stories. I had never really sampled any books with the middle east (as in sri lanka if that really counts), and it was interesting how similar it seemed.
I just got back from the funeral for Jonathan. I was surprised at myself, I wasn't expecting to cry. I was never really good friends with him, but I do have a few memories. He was a really great kid, seemingly always smiling, really funny even if it wasn't on purpose, and it was very clear how many people he touched.
During the service at the actual cemetery, I was looking at Debbie, Jonathan's mother, and seeing the pain on her face and I started to cry. But suddenly, I think we both noticed it at the same time, one of those, you know those little fluff balls that you catch in your hands, well the kind that you can't catch and hold in your hands, you have to let them come to you and sometimes they'll let you hold them but they always seem to slip away before you're ready to let them go... one of those flew up from nowhere right over the coffin and Debbie stopped crying for a moment and so did I, and she started blowing at it, then closed her eyes. I watched it fly over the crowd and off, way way up into the sky.
I'd like to think that it meant something.
See you later Jono.
drivenwith sycamores
There was a way about the smell of the trees that evening. They hummed and buzzed like the memories of a million insects all exploding like fireworks in the autumn night. I could tell that something was sitting, just in the light, right on the tip of my tongue begging and coaxing to be let out. But I'm a little afraid to let that melody roam you know...
Goodbye Charlotte
I was coming home from the diner today
And I stopped to look at the clouds
They were all silver horses
On their way to the ocean
The way they flew over the fields
Shadows coming and passing
I will admit
They scared me just a bit
And now I’m watching every little fear sink into the black
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte
In those days I was a little naïve
Always thought that we were chasing the sun
Never realized we were just running in circles
Even while our laughter echoed
I took every penny that I had
Took them straight to the sea
Felt my toes in the wet sand
Felt myself for the first time in years
And now I’m standing in the surf feeling the wet wind in my hair
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte
I went dancing in a hall at the harbour
I went for a walk in the moonlight
I went picking up seashells on the shore
But I could swear they were pieces of my life
And now I’m driving to North Carolina with the windows rolled down
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte
I finally got my wings
by me.
I have unplugged myself. I am becoming aware of my own scent.
and we are just about to explode
There was a way about the smell of the trees that evening. They hummed and buzzed like the memories of a million insects all exploding like fireworks in the autumn night. I could tell that something was sitting, just in the light, right on the tip of my tongue begging and coaxing to be let out. But I'm a little afraid to let that melody roam you know...
Goodbye Charlotte
I was coming home from the diner today
And I stopped to look at the clouds
They were all silver horses
On their way to the ocean
The way they flew over the fields
Shadows coming and passing
I will admit
They scared me just a bit
And now I’m watching every little fear sink into the black
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte
In those days I was a little naïve
Always thought that we were chasing the sun
Never realized we were just running in circles
Even while our laughter echoed
I took every penny that I had
Took them straight to the sea
Felt my toes in the wet sand
Felt myself for the first time in years
And now I’m standing in the surf feeling the wet wind in my hair
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte
I went dancing in a hall at the harbour
I went for a walk in the moonlight
I went picking up seashells on the shore
But I could swear they were pieces of my life
And now I’m driving to North Carolina with the windows rolled down
And I thought I’d tell you
Goodbye Charlotte
I finally got my wings
by me.
I have unplugged myself. I am becoming aware of my own scent.
and we are just about to explode
Sunday, August 15, 2004
swimming down waterfalls
They may hurt a bit, but in the long run, they're good for the soul. Stevey, Megan and myself decided to see how well they work as water slides on Saturday. It turns out that they work okay, only you may be in for a few more cuts and bruises than you might get at your average water park. But it was fun. It was a really nice few days. The weather was, as is typical of Algonquin, very changeable. I got some very nice photos, I just regret that I didn't get any of the actual sliding down the waterfall. Later on that night I saw the most amazing shooting star I have ever seen, with all of the milky way and the forests of the north as a backdrop. Incredible. I wish my camera could pick up stars.
They may hurt a bit, but in the long run, they're good for the soul. Stevey, Megan and myself decided to see how well they work as water slides on Saturday. It turns out that they work okay, only you may be in for a few more cuts and bruises than you might get at your average water park. But it was fun. It was a really nice few days. The weather was, as is typical of Algonquin, very changeable. I got some very nice photos, I just regret that I didn't get any of the actual sliding down the waterfall. Later on that night I saw the most amazing shooting star I have ever seen, with all of the milky way and the forests of the north as a backdrop. Incredible. I wish my camera could pick up stars.
