And I knew already I loved you
But you were trapped behind a glass screen
And lived in a world much more
Exciting than Lake Crystal, MN.
I wanted to be there to hold you
As your beautiful empire crumbled
And the ravenous Nothing came to devour
Even your foggy blue eyes; you were sick,
You needed a new name.
Like Sebastian, I would lose a mother young
And the actress who played you probably
Is a crack whore now all innocence lost
I drink whiskey and write and I hope someday I
Rediscover that one grain of sand.
17 comments:
I'm the only person I know who didn't fall in love with the Childlike Empress. I thought that evil woman was sexy. Still, there is something nostalgic about this one Dave. Can you write a poem about giant flying poodles? That was the best friggin' part of the film ;)
...man, my heart's not even in being random today. I had a dream last night about a girl who pops up in my dreams every few months (for about three years now). She's slender, has long dark hair, and I only ever saw her face during the very first dream she appeared in. Also: we are in love.
You know what it means right, Ammy? I need to get a girlfriend. Either that, or write forlorn poetry about Dream Girl, and I am no poet.
...I don't know what this has to do with the Childlike Empress either, but it is 1.30 am, and I am in a hefty amount of pain. My best friend has also just pronounced that he "will be the Master Puzzler!" *sigh*
Jimi, dreams of mysterious, beautiful women are wonderful. Do not let them wound you; save that for the real ones.
Also, you might want to punch your best friend and tell him the Riddler already thought of that.
Sorry, Asura, but a little nostalgia is good every now and then. I've just read your blog, and I must say your early Nov. post intrigues me. Do you think if your ex-bean pole would have had some more heft to him he would have been a better man? I'm working on this theory that being slightly overweight makes you a cooler person, that is until you hit ultra-fat and are constantly so hungry that anything that isn't a turkey being crammed into your pie hole is just a waste of time.
I bet the Riddler (despite being a thorn in Bruce Wayne's side) can't rearrange coloured jewels as rapidly as my pal ;)
...and I resent this weightism. There's nothing wrong with being slim.
I don't know, man. Have you ever heard of a fat jewel theif?
I am just kidding, of course. I love you, skiny people. Some of my best friends are skinny.
A lot of my best friends are skinny, so I feel like the 50-foot woman around them.
My whole life-plan at one time involved becoming the Childlike Empress of a small country, but I think I'd choose a country a bit more hearty than Fantasia. Maybe Turkmenistan. But no one wanted to trust me with the governing of their homeland, for some reason.
Jimi, baby, don't worry. When the time comes, love will happen. Maybe your incredibly dorky friends are holding you back.
Asura, if Jimi and Viney have a sham blog marriage, perhaps you and I should have a sham blog marriage as well, and then about 80% of the people who read this blog will be in sham blog marriages. As far as I can tell, this is the best way to go for both of us. I may not be a pretty boy, but I make a good pot of hot chocolate, love computer football, and my strength is legendary. Also, I have been known to crack a joke now and again.
What do you say? I am going to take a nap now.
Wait, am I the Master of the Universe? Because, I want you to know, the official title is Emperor Supremicus of the Charted Galactic Territories. And Ammy and I have a deep and meaningful relationship, you shamsters.
Hold on, I have to punch my best friend.
Jimi, punching oyur best friend is how I was taught to show emotion growing up in the steel mill town of Lake Crystal. One of our 3 lake's really was called Crystal Lake, straight outta Friday the 13th.
Asura, I will totally dote on you. The only thing I have to dote on around here are my two cacti, Spike and Spike Jr., and my bloody attempts at shoulder massages are really cutting into my medical expense account. I'll be all like, "how were your feelings today, Asura"? and "would you like another shot of whiskey before we go out?" When you feel sad I'll say nothing, simply take you by the hand and walk you to the coffee shop nearby, where we'll sip mochas and watch the endless parade of humanity go by us, comforted in the fact that no one is as cool as we are, no matter what they think or how snappy they dress. We will listen to Bright Eyes and Muse and especially Greg Brown and we will drink good beer and look out the window of this sorrowful Midwest and say, "You know what, I think it's going to snow" and we'll feel secretly happy that it's going to snow, because that only adds to the coziness of our shared lives together, a life both gentle and ferocious at the same time.
Get a room. Dorks.
Kelly, you're just jealous because you're not in a sham marriage. You're in one of those deep, meaningful marriages, ensconced in your own ponderous love.
"Chat room," I should have said.
too late now, funny man!
Yeah, I always think of them too late. I'm off to watch a movie -- hold the Internet down for me, would ya?
okay, will do.
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