"I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic!
I try to give that to people.
I misrepresent things to them.
I don't tell the truth; I tell what ought to be truth."
--T. Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire

15 October 2010

I am wasted, but I'm ready...


If you want to move it so, why don't you make it go?
Prove it to everybody who doesn't understand.
All the nights, all the fights, you are out of sight.
Some say more with their hands.
I'm running as fast as I can.
--Wasted & Ready by Ben Kweller

I see your eyes at the end of this tunnel vision we must be getting higher because the sky's reflected in the them and clouds made of cigarette smoke and fingertips of early morning hope are pressing us forward pushing me through you
I move over you like the sun falls from a window--I was bright and obvious and stupid--but you like the way I move you like the way I push you through
One night the start of a long day we talk into the AM and then you make me spin passengers on a one way train and then we enter into tunnels and
I see your eyes at the end of this tunnel vision colorless and shimmering the way we all look when we're intoxicated.


Art: Hands by Y0uiip

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