gingerandclove by Antosha Po (WHO'S BACK BACK BACK FROM ROOOOSSIA!!!)
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Hold me like a mother would Like I always knew somebody should though tomorrow don't look that good Well, it just goes to show
Though people say we're an unlikely couple I'm seeing double of you
Oh.
This is life This is life And everything's all right Living living living living living living living living life
Oh I'm hoping though because I'm learning to cope with the emotion-less mediocrity Oh.
Day-to-day living
Oh I can't help being restless When everything's so tasteless
And all the colors seem to have faded away.
Oh. This is life This is life And everything's all right Living living living living living living living living life
Hold me like a mother would Like I always knew somebody should, yeah. though tomorrow don't look that good Well, just goes to show Though people say we're an unlikely couple Doris Day, and Mott the Hoople
And instead of singing in the shower I would write out the lyrics of my favorite songs, the ink would turn the water blue or red or green, and the music would run down my legs
-Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.