grandma, I've been unruly

in my dreams
and with my speech
drill little holes into my eyelids
that I might see you
that I might see you when I sleep

my shadow gazes up to the sky

I was falling
as all the flowers are dying
and I hope that you'll come one day
and find the place
where all the souls are lying

the king of limbs

excited excited exciting

did you know that dickens

invented thirteen thousand characters? thirteen thousand! that's a character a day for the whole of his working life. what have I done today? dropped the kids off at school, listened to the new National album, played a stupid game on my computer... that's why I'm not dickens: kids. dickens' wife would've done the school run. I'm all for feminism but it's cost me my one shot at immortality.

she told me not to step on the cracks

I told her not to fuss and relax
pretty little face stopped me in my tracks
but now she sleeps with one eye open
that's the price you pay

doctor, what is happening to me?

palpitations
my mind's diseased
even my vision is impaired
I'm losing my hair

(вчера станаха точно четири години от началото на този блог. благодаря на все още четящите.)

my heroes had the heart

to lose their lives out on a limb
and all I remember
is thinking
I want to be like them

but we did nothing

absolutely nothing that day, and I ask:
what the hell am I doing drinking in LA, at 26?

suddenly I turned around

and she was standing there
with silver bracelets on her wrists
and flowers in her hair
she walked up to me so gracefully
and took my crown of thorns
come in, she said
I'll give you
shelter from the storm

one is the loneliest number

that you'll ever do
two can be as bad as one
it's the loneliest number since the number one

I smelt your scent on the seatbelt

tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
and I've asked everyone
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along

I want to hold your little hand

if I can be so bold
and be your right hand man
till your hands get old
and then when all the feeling's gone
just decide if you want to keep holding on

I want to hold your little hand
if I can be so bold

at the top I'm stopping by

your place of work and acting like
I haven't dreamed of you and I
and marriage in an orange grove

you are the only thing
in any room you're ever in
I'm stubborn, selfish and too old

there's a hole in my neighbourhood

down which of late I cannot help but fall

and the sign said

the words of prophets are written on subway walls

I need you tonight

cause I'm not sleeping
there's something about you girl
that makes me sweat

hear my echo, dancing bear

send seasonal greetings from nowhere

I'm working and playing away

remember the moment of leaving

yesterday, yesterday

I don't need to sell my soul

he's already in me.

I wanna be adored

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and if he was calm like you

locked up inside of your loops
then he'd know full well
that all he had to say was
all he had to say was goodbye