Thursday, June 21, 2007

I was tryin' to catch your eye.

Soundtrack: Wilco / Either Way.

Maybe you still l0ve me
Maybe you don't
Either you will or you won't
Maybe you just need some time alone
I will try to understand
Everything has its plan
Either way
I'm gonna stay
Right for you


Jealousy, like most things, is funny and strangely beautiful when put into perspective. Man, I've suffered from it, suffered its confusing and hallucinogenic dizziness, its distortion and pain. I've also been on the receiving end, but rather than curse and splutter and say, I can't stand this, I have no room in my life for jealousy, I find it's best to listen and talk and calmly bring the person back, to reassure rather than alienate. Think about it, why stab someone in the heart when their crime is to love with a blinding passion? Discussion and patience are a much nicer way through life than rubbishing someone's emotions with a cold I Don't Need This. Besides, if you love a jealous person, I guarantee when it passes, you'll be on the receiving end of the The World's Most Loving Hug. Which is never, EVER, something to be sneered at.

*hugs readers*


Sasha Knox Update:

Last night my Porn Star Crush was on TV being drilled by her acting coach.

It was a joy to watch.


The streets are dark at 6.45am when I breathe winter in and hooded huddle beneath the lights of the local store with Henry Miller for company and happy thoughts of coffee to come. Of the million thoughts that flow through the fog in the first hour after waking, some hook and pull and peel back the subconscious and some sail past, a laconic drift of dreams on the horizon and if I gaze out upon them I can stop time and exhale a thousand years in a single moment and that morning tear is a diamond in which my life refracts and crystals, a kaleidoscope of everything I have ever felt and everyone I have ever known, or will know, and which one of them is aware of the man-boy with the brown fop and hood, hands in pocket in the dark under the dying glow of last night's neon sign.

That's why I love Wilco.

Because they sound like that moment.

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