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onthemetro
third one from the left... - Subscribe
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boxes - packed up, stacked in the corner of the room... a phone call... miles away from me - i wonder if it'll be too late to dare to come find me... a move across the country, to yer coast, the coast that's west (the farthest west i've ever been)... i want to dial yer number from a payphone in long beach and tell you to get in the car... tell you to drive to the ocean and wait for me there... and when i show up, i'll tell you i'm homesick... i want you to beg me to stay... i wish i knew the right questions - the ones that provoke the wrong answers, the words you try to hard never to use when i'm listening... i wish i could hold yer head in my hands and forget all about obligation... i wish i could send you letters from thailand, tempting you with plane tickets and rice... i wish i could shake you up, tie you down, waste yer time... the way you've wasted mine... |
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Mood: shaken quote of the day: take me somewhere we can be alone... make me some place i can call a home... cause lately i've been losing my own... (zero7 - home)... |
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onthemetro
double nil... Jan 10th, 2005 10:54:52 pm - Subscribe
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anyway... i'm new... i'm rambling... suzi and i've been trying so hard to keep our hopes down, but i think it's safe to say we've lost ourselves to it... the temptation of the west coast, the grand idea of a new life together... we've been pointing fingers, peering into atlases, mapping out the route we'll take to get there sooner... packing the things most important to me before we've ever even found out for sure if we'll be going... if josiah isn't stationed in san diego, i'm left with three options... go anyway (which wouldn't be as simple, because suzi wouldn't be going with me), move to whatever city in whatever state he happens to be stationed in (which could be virginia, which would be a subtle two-year torture), or stay right here, where i'm restless and suffocated, unemployed and bored out of my skull... either way, suzi won't be coming with me if josiah isn't there... my new tattoo is itching... i think i'll go for a drive... |
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Mood: conflicted quote of the day: i used to think i knew my way around this town, but i'm always getting lost... (her space holiday - sleepy california)... |
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onthemetro
in the heart or in the head... Jan 11th, 2005 8:24:37 pm - Subscribe
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all fear aside, visions of california flood. into. me. bare feet, stepping onto sidewalks that've never seen snow... creeping up into a new morning, hot tea and cigarettes the same... anonymous phone calls from payphones downtown, begging you to stay... i want sand in my shoes... i want a reason never to come back here... i want to realize that no matter where you go, there you are, and i want to go anyway... i want to take pictures of the city while it's sleeping... long nites of records spinning - two little girls, growing up in spite of all their years of living, singing stupid songs into the san diego skyline... she's wanted her whole life to live there... i need to feel alive again... a hard rain outside - i think of you... |
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Mood: infatuated quote of the day: and one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea... (neutral milk hotel)... |
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onthemetro
off by one... Jan 15th, 2005 3:43:13 am - Subscribe
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and this is the plan... i'm going to seal up all the boxes and pile them into the back of the car... press my foot to the gas pedal, exit onto the highway, head out that way... stop for breakfast, a cheap motel, the world's biggest cross on the outskirts of amarillo... i'm going to take my time thru arizona, soaking in the southern atmosphere... i'm going to pull yer letters from the dashboard and hit Long Beach head-on... find a payphone a few blocks away from yer apartment, dial yer number (the one i know so well), and when you say hello i'm going to tell it to you straight... i'll say i'm going down the street for coffee (you'll know the place)... i'll be there in five minutes and i'll wait for fifteen... and if you don't walk thru the front door, i'll be walking out of it and driving down to San Diego... it'll be yer turn then, and you'll have to be clever... but you will walk thru the door, won't you? you'll sit down at the table and ask the waitress for whatever it is you drink in the presence of strangers... you'll look amazing in the worn florescent lighting, never smiling, saying sentences in spanish, reaching out to hold my hand... you'll ask me what i'm thinking... i'll tell you i'm thinking that california was the worst thing that ever could have happened to me... that all holidays that've passed between three years ago and now have been half-empty (like yer glass) without yer sun in my eyes... i'll say cryptic things - mysterious, desirous, inticing things that make sense to no one but the two of us... i'll light a cigarette and you'll tell me stop... i'll smoke it anyway... i'll contradict myself and it'll please you because you've always loved the riddle of the girl... i'll make you wonder what i'm wearing underneath my faded jeans, and just before you touch my face i'll say i have to go... i'll drive on down to San Diego, without another word... |
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Mood: motivated quote of the day: please bleed, so i know that you can feel the damage you have done... what have i become? |