I'm listening to: Sleeping Beauty - Once Upon A Dream

I know you, 
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you,
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
Yes, I know it's true
That visions are seldom all they seem.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do -
You'll love me at once,
The way you did once upon a dream.

I'm listening to: Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels

I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather,
But traditions I can trace against the child in your face won't escape my attention.


It's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand.

I'm listening to: U2 - Stuck in a Moment

And you can never get enough
Of what you don't really need now
My, oh my

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it
Oh lord, look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment and you cant get out of it

And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter, along this stony pass

It's just a moment
This time will pass



Yeah; well, why's that easier to say than to believe? I've thought about saying goodbye because I get so tired, and it's alarming. It always is, though I'd like to think I have more substance than that and I've long outgrown this childishness, but exhaustion lapses into hopelessness, which gives way to a desperate re-examination of previously discarded options, and finally, a sombre recognition of this excruciatingly tortuous stasis - born of a ridiculous (self-imposed?) incapacity to induce decisive change. Fuck it. So I'll just continue to stand and wait, while praying that whatever it is I'm anticipating is in fact heading my way. Yes, it's all in my head. 

Bless us
You're swimming, and I'm running
You're driving, and I'm cycling
Even when you're flying, and I'm sailing
We're always moving together in parallel 
Though we don't always see it

And... I'm back on Blogger. I feel retarded trying (in vain) to blog properly on Tumblr - there's too much cool stuff there I can hardly think on my own. Ha.

I'm listening to: Human League - Together in Electric Dreams

We part at the Tom Hansen complex; the endless and exhausting rehearsal of Expectation vs. Reality. 

I bid a very fond farewell to Blogger; I'll be moving to Tumblr (eventually - though I won't be posting here anymore) just because connectivity is so much easier there. In a sense, Across the Universe will survive since there is some kind of psychological continuity (haha), but it won't be the same, and just as well; because it ends along with the chapter it documents.

Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember.

I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
The dim of the soft lights,
The scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers,
And the time on the clock when we realized it's so late,
And this walk that we shared together.

The streets were wet and the gate was locked, 

So I jumped it, and let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist

And you kissed me like you meant it,
And I knew that you meant it.

I'm listening to: Keane - We Might As Well Be Strangers

Hello Mister,
You set my eyes on fire. 

I'm listening to: Plain White T's - Anything (Acoustic)

Swirling shades of glue - grey, blue
The Rottweiler vanishes along the corner
Bringing, leaving,
A meandering stench of iron that stretches
Its long trail across millenia of groveling and writhing in
The Dirt dyed colors of strange languages -
Those lost to la mer, that take its hand to spin and dance in frozen breezes.
Petty charms in a dollar-store snowglobe, which
Sparkle is caught and mirrored only in the light of an
Unopened eye.

I think I'm addicted to Salad Fingers.

"Do you not like my mouth-words?"

Help.

I'm listening to: A Rocket From the Moon - Forever and Always

I feel bad. I don't think it constitutes a failure to recognize one's own imperfections but, on the contrary, represents a veiled assertion of some compounded form thereof. Honestly. I thought about it and that's the furthest I got, but hell, it doesn't make it any less nauseating.

What it is to be up against the wall.

The observer has a tough job. Both desire and its antithetic manifestation, born of the same pernicious spawn; - how do they not fight each other to death and kill their bearer in the process?

Hello, I haven't seen you in awhile. I'm sorry I ever decided to throw you away! You looked much better in real life too. I miss you!