“I need this city like I need the rain
I know that somewhere there’s a north bound train
oh I’ll make it without you
and though my bodies laying here
it’s my mouth that must be lying now”—Andrew Belle, Make It Without You
“This smile-and-the-world-smiles-with-you-routine worked about as well in this situation as it has in the situation for which it was designed, which is to say that it did not work at all. No one, after all, can be liked whose human weight and complexity cannot be, or has not been, admitted.”—James Baldwin, Stranger in the Village
“Unless we plunge our taproots into deep streams that nourish despite the changes in the everyday, our existence will depend on the fickle nature of the uncontrollable. We will wither when life does not satisfy. Our green leaves will turn a brittle brown when friends fail and family misunderstands.”—Revol Works, on Abiding.
before I tell you the contents of this voicemail, let me give you some background. in about five minutes I will leave to watch Psycho (a movie my mom consistently reminds me not to watch) for my Cinema class. at the same time, the English department will be hosting a super cool speaker that my friend wants me to attend with her. so, she just left me a voicemail:
"so I just looked up the side affects of watching Psycho and they include: hallucinations, feeling of impending doom, and vomiting. and conversely, hanging out with your best friend…well, good things…good things are the side affects of that"
I am the little man who smokes & smokes.
I am the girl who does know better but.
I am the king of the pool.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
I am a government official & a goddamned fool.
I am a lady who takes jokes.
I am the enemy of the mind.
I am the auto salesman and lóve you.
I am a teenage cancer, with a plan.
I am the blackt-out man.
I am the woman powerful as a zoo.
I am two eyes screwed to my set, whose blind—
It is the Fourth of July.
Collect: while the dying man,
Forgone by you creator, who forgives,
Is gasping ‘Thomas Jefferson still lives’
in vain, in vain, in vain.
I am Henry Pussy-Cat! My whiskers fly.
“the smoke came out of our mouths
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks.
you were a stroke of luck,
we were a goldmine and they gutted us.”—there is nothing like a little Bright Eyes to return me to equilibrium.
“I never saw light; all I saw were faded mirrors and dim reflections. But you shine so much brighter. So honey, let me sing you a song and listen to my words as the come out wrong—but don’t run away this time.”—Matt Hires