Analog Sh!t: The Common Sense Hustle

Analogue Sh*t: The Common Sense Hustle

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

|god.|
How can I forget you,
Disregard how I feel,
Silently listen,
To the words I can't see.

As long as I have tried,
As low as I can be,
I will never resign myself,
From the trial I seek.

Why should I forgive you,
After all that I've seen,
Quietly whisper,
When my heart wants to scream.

For as long as I have tried,
And as low as I can be,
I will never resign myself,
From the trial I seek.

There's no time to rest,
Or to reconsider,
For this cruel unsaid,
Won't concede.

For as long as I have tried
And as low as I can be
I will never resign myself
From the trial I seek.

0 comments effuimpretty @ 2:47 PM

Sunday, November 13, 2005

|everyone in the 24 hour mcdonalds is asleep|

in times square.
the city that never sleeps sleeps in 24 hour spots
bc it's impossible for a city to never sleep.

nyc is weird, and annoying
and it makes people around me annoying and snippy.
it's the type of city that can bring out the worst in a person i suppose.

i look like i've been run over by the devil's tractor trailor
and i have a lot more to say about this "somethin else town"
but it's not even worth it right now.

i miss philly, and nyc people are weird.
i'm not sure i would ever want to live here.

maybe when i get a small dog
and sunglasses for times square
and various other pretentious things

oh, and trade in my soul.

-M.

0 comments effuimpretty @ 4:52 AM

Saturday, November 12, 2005

|English|

two people who love stability but dislike the rigidity of monogamy are equally met.
she's been trained to analyze
and him to reject it.
and they found a common understanding in an idea
and way of life,
in a feeling
maybe not much else?
who can tell.

i hate the country for making me so careful.
i hate the time on my hands for making me so careful. because sometimes inhibition is needed just as much a watchful eye is.

HE must come to understand (and i know he'll say that he has) that these things are my best friends, and have been, and it's hard to throw them away.
and it's just as scary to throw them away on account of one person.

i'm tearing myself down and wondering if i'm really tearing myself down. it sure feels like it. there's this little feeling inside, and it sounds weird, but every time there's something it just feels like a scrape. And i've been acting with that scrape in mind, and it's worked for me.
But now not so much so.

Dear you, I cannot possibly love in under these conditions. Just look at them. Everything moves too much.
And I too yearn for the constant, but that can get us into just as much trouble.

This is all blanketed and I'm sorry
there are so many messages to so many people I'm trying to get out.

I love the men that have already learned to love themselves,unaided,
a blessing and a curse.
i get love and tips about love
and tips
about love
and it serves as a paradox because they're given in hopes that i never have to use them with anyone else.

i am learning to disseminate
or
i am going to take the time out to disseminate

so i too can be stuck in whatever way i choose.
i choose.

This is all blanketed and I'm sorry
there are so many messages to so many people I'm trying to get out.

-M.

0 comments effuimpretty @ 3:14 AM