Never been here, never coming back
Never want to think about the things
That happened today
Want to lay down on the warm ground
I think I'm going to need a little time to myself
Don't fall down now
You will never get up
Don't fall down now
I ask you for a slow ride
Going nowhere
You look like Satan
You ask me if I want to get high
Couple of bags down in old town
You tie your arm and
Ask me if I wanted to drive
Don't fall down now
You will never get up
Don't fall down now
Last thing I recall
I was in the air
I woke up on the street
Crawling with my strawberry burns
Ten long years in a straight line
They fall like water
Yes, I guess I fucked up again
Don't fall down now
You will never get up
Don't fall down now
Tuesday 27 July 2010
Sunday 18 July 2010
Blog Schmog
I have like, 5 draft blogs sitting here. Looking at me. Taunting me. "Finish us!" they cry. "Give us sweet release and finiiiiiiish uuuuuus!" Well TOUGH. I CAN'T finish you. Because every time I start writing just now, I forget where I'm going with my point and it becomes a bunch of absolute twaddle. I'll get them out there eventually, but for now I'm enjoying picturing them looking like that flashback on "Family Guy" where someone is watching "Two and a Half Men" and it's a guy severed at the waist on the floor. My blog drafts are that guy.
Saturday 10 July 2010
My Love...
My Love,
Lover, while I am away, do take care. I know your story and I realize that you will not be the same when I return. But I will return to you. Of course you know that. I will cover your face with my kisses and fill your gaps with my tears. You are the only safe place that I have ever known...
You are the first safe place that I have known. Seems strange to say considering your reputation. When we first met, I was young, stupid, self-involved. Even then, I could feel you, see you, I was so drawn to you but could not understand why. The closer I looked, the more I got to know you, I could see that in so many ways, I had been blind. They say that familiarity breeds contempt. That may be true for some, but not for you and I. The longer I loved you, the wider your lips, the more spread your arms.
You introduced me to strange and sad and brilliant creatures. You showed me things I never could have imagined. I grew up with you. I am who I am, how I am, in large part because of your influence. You stayed up with me when everyone had gone to sleep. You whispered and shouted and chastised and humiliated me. I watched as so many I have cared for have cursed your name and blamed you for their failures. I watched you destroy people close to me. I have never been truly alone for as long as i have known you. Even if it may have felt so.
You introduced me to strange and sad and brilliant creatures. You showed me things I never could have imagined. I grew up with you. I am who I am, how I am, in large part because of your influence. You stayed up with me when everyone had gone to sleep. You whispered and shouted and chastised and humiliated me. I watched as so many I have cared for have cursed your name and blamed you for their failures. I watched you destroy people close to me. I have never been truly alone for as long as i have known you. Even if it may have felt so.
I adore you Lover. Your dips and crevices, cracks and curves, the harsh bumps and delicate details. Your rhythm, your age and wisdom. Your cruelty. Your sensitivity. Your aloofness. Your flow and cadence. The blood of you. Your soul. The way you smell in the rain. Your harsh laughter. I am yours. Perhaps I always have been, even at first though I did not know it.
You are the first safe place that I have known. Being forcibly separated from you gives me pain like none I have ever felt. This wrenching sob that will not come out.
Some laugh at my devotion. They acknowledge your beauty but cannot feel your pulse. They do not know what it feels like to be cradled by you. The don't "get it". I would feel pity for them but really I can only be grateful that this is mine.
You are the first safe place that I have known. Being forcibly separated from you gives me pain like none I have ever felt. This wrenching sob that will not come out.
Some laugh at my devotion. They acknowledge your beauty but cannot feel your pulse. They do not know what it feels like to be cradled by you. The don't "get it". I would feel pity for them but really I can only be grateful that this is mine.
You have taken so many lovers. I will not be the last. You are the ultimate whore with a discerning palate. You are Kali and Kali-mah. So much and now, once again, a supplicant bows at your feet and begs you to be the phoenix. Because I cannot fathom a world without you.
I would tear apart those that have abused you and continue to do so, even now. Rip out the tongues of those that would slander your name. If I could, I would protect you. But I cannot.
I would tear apart those that have abused you and continue to do so, even now. Rip out the tongues of those that would slander your name. If I could, I would protect you. But I cannot.
Lover, while I am away, do take care. I know your story and I realize that you will not be the same when I return. But I will return to you. Of course you know that. I will cover your face with my kisses and fill your gaps with my tears. You are the only safe place that I have ever known...
Black Snake Moan: The Abridged Script
(I posted this on my Myspace blog/LJ a few years back, and Woody mentioned it recently so I thought it's be fun to revisit and post it here!)
Christina Ricci and Justin Timberlake have sex, then Justin leaves to go to war.
CHRISTINA RICCI
Yeah, I got my ass kicked.
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
Ummmm… No. I'm going to sing some blues and read the bible to you instead. Feel free to writh around in your panties.
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
Hey, who understands the plight of the black man better than the white son of a rich corporate developer?
FADE IN:
EXT. MEMPHIS
Christina Ricci and Justin Timberlake have sex, then Justin leaves to go to war.
CHRISTINA RICCI
Now that he's gone, I'm going to take a shitload of drugs and let everyone fuck me!
Now that he's gone, I'm going to take a shitload of drugs and let everyone fuck me!
CHRISTINA'S MOM
Wow, you're quite the despicable idiot.
Wow, you're quite the despicable idiot.
CHRISTINA RICCI
I was abused as a kid.
I was abused as a kid.
CHRISTINA'S MOM
Never mind then, you're blameless! Need some condoms?
Never mind then, you're blameless! Need some condoms?
Christina gets raped by one too many guys and Samuel L Motherfucking Jackson finds her beaten and half-naked outside his house the next morning.
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you?
Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you?
Yeah, I got my ass kicked.
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
No, I mean, when did you turn into a sack of antlers? Didn't you used to be curvy and hot?
No, I mean, when did you turn into a sack of antlers? Didn't you used to be curvy and hot?
Samuel brings Christina inside his home to take care of her.
CHRISTINA RICCI
Shouldn't you take me to hospital? Are you qualified?
Shouldn't you take me to hospital? Are you qualified?
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
Of course I am, now get in this bath full of ice cubes
Of course I am, now get in this bath full of ice cubes
Samuel chains Christina to his radiator. This is probably supposed to be hot, but is disturbing. And kind of hot.
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
I'll cure you of your nymphomania.
I'll cure you of your nymphomania.
CHRISTINA RICCI
Oh. I guess you'll want to give me an old t-shirt so that I don't have to spend the whole movie half-naked.
Oh. I guess you'll want to give me an old t-shirt so that I don't have to spend the whole movie half-naked.
Ummmm… No. I'm going to sing some blues and read the bible to you instead. Feel free to writh around in your panties.
Samuel speaks like a stereotypical Southern Black man while Christina is chastised for her sexuality. She eventually learns to speak softly, wear flowery dresses and cook for men.
CHRISTINA RICCI
Wow, it's like the movie is competing with itself to see if it can be more sexist or more racist.
Wow, it's like the movie is competing with itself to see if it can be more sexist or more racist.
We finally leave the set of Sam's house for a dive bar where Sam can sing some blues.
CHRISTINA RICCI
Is it OK if I dance suggestively with a shitload of guys while you sing, or would that be a regression to my whorey ways?
Is it OK if I dance suggestively with a shitload of guys while you sing, or would that be a regression to my whorey ways?
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
Go right ahead, ain't nothin' sinful about being a tease.
Go right ahead, ain't nothin' sinful about being a tease.
Samuel plays the blues, mending his broken heart.
CHRISTINA RICCI
Isn't this movie made by the guy who did Hustle & Flow? Does he only make movies about how music invented by black men can be emotionally cathartic for black men?
Isn't this movie made by the guy who did Hustle & Flow? Does he only make movies about how music invented by black men can be emotionally cathartic for black men?
Hey, who understands the plight of the black man better than the white son of a rich corporate developer?
Christina illustrates her newfound purity by singing some Christian hymns while Samuel plays more blues.
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
I can play the blues again!
I can play the blues again!
CHRISTINA RICCI
And I don't want to fuck everything that moves!
And I don't want to fuck everything that moves!
JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE
And I've overcome my crippling anxiety disorder for a few minutes!
And I've overcome my crippling anxiety disorder for a few minutes!
SAMUEL L MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON
Oh, the amazing healing power of a cursory understanding of Christian theology!
Oh, the amazing healing power of a cursory understanding of Christian theology!
Christina and Justin get married. Everyone lives hazardously-ever-after.
CHRISTINA RICCI
So what exactly is the difference between this movie and a porno?
So what exactly is the difference between this movie and a porno?
JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE
Pornos have better music. I'm bringing sexy back. Go ahead, be gone with it.
Pornos have better music. I'm bringing sexy back. Go ahead, be gone with it.
END
Tuesday 6 July 2010
A Tune a Day: Tuesday
When your sparkle evades your soul
I'll be at your side to console
When you're standing on the window ledge
I'll talk you back, back from the edge
I will turn, I will turn your tide
Be your shepherd, I swear, be your guide
When you're lost in the deep and darkest place around
May my words walk you home safe and sound
When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking
I need to make sure you know that's just the prescription talking
When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side
Climbing up upon the stairs and down the downward slide
I will turn, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I will be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
I see you need me
I know you do
I see you need me
I know you do, I know you do
I will turn, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I will be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
I'll be at your side to console
When you're standing on the window ledge
I'll talk you back, back from the edge
I will turn, I will turn your tide
Be your shepherd, I swear, be your guide
When you're lost in the deep and darkest place around
May my words walk you home safe and sound
When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking
I need to make sure you know that's just the prescription talking
When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side
Climbing up upon the stairs and down the downward slide
I will turn, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I will be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
I see you need me
I know you do
I see you need me
I know you do, I know you do
I will turn, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I will be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
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