candy: 2win

octoberglow09 (10:07:20 PM): do you have a favorite candy?
tecnicolorpoodle (10:07:29 PM): .....toblerone, maybe
tecnicolorpoodle (10:07:34 PM): I like chocolate from chocolate stores
octoberglow09 (10:07:38 PM): someone's fancy!
tecnicolorpoodle (10:07:42 PM): yeahhhh
tecnicolorpoodle (10:07:43 PM): =P
tecnicolorpoodle (10:07:50 PM): like, not chains either, although I do love godiva
tecnicolorpoodle (10:07:56 PM): little individually owned chocolate stores
octoberglow09 (10:08:07 PM): tricky tricky. you're going to be difficult to shop for.
tecnicolorpoodle (10:08:16 PM): I also really like gummi sharks.
octoberglow09 (10:08:26 PM): that's better.

because, uh, i relate to these in any conceiveable way... ::cough::

both by ani difranco, who occasionally has the courtesy to not suck balls.

fire door

i opened the fire door to four lips (none of which were mine) kissing
tightened my belt around my hips where your hands were missing, and
stepped out into the cold, color high under the slate-gray sky
and the air was smoking and the streets were dry and i wasn't joking when i said good-bye

and there were magazine-quality men talking on the corner
french, no less, much less of them than us so why do i feel like something's been rearranged?
you know - taken out of context, i must seem so strange

i killed a cockroach it left a puddle of pus on my wall
you know, when you and i are lying in bed you don't seem so tall
and i'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired

and i'd make such a good statistic, someone should study me now
somebody's gotta be interested in how i feel, just because i'm here and real
and oh, how i miss
substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss, and oh, how i miss
walking up to the edge and jumping in, like i could feel the future on your skin

i opened the fire door to four lips (none of which were mine) kissing
i opened the fire door to four lips (none of which were mine)
i opened the fire door...

both hands

i am walking out in the rain, and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
and i am getting nowhere with you
and i can't let you go
and i can't get through

and the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door
on the first floor
she's listening through the air shaft
to see how long our swan song can lost

and both hands
now use both hands
oh no don't close your eyes
i am writing graffiti on your body
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
how hard we tried

and i am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow
i've been waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands
oh, with both hands

and in each others' shadow we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all

and i'm walking out in the rain, and i'm listening to the low moan of the dial tone
and i am getting nowhere with you
and i can't let go you
and i can't get through

and both hands
please use both hands
oh no don't close your eyes
i am writing graffiti on your body
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
how hard we tried
how hard we tried...

oh, r.e.m. how i love you.

nightswimming

nightswimming deserves a quiet night
the photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago
turn around backwards so the windshield shows
every streelight reveals a picture in reverse
still it's so much clearer
i forgot my shirt at the water's edge
the moon is low tonight

nightswimming deserves a quiet night
i'm not sure all these people understand
it's not like years ago
the fear of getting caught
of recklessness in water
they cannot see me naked
these things, they go away
replaced by everyday

nightswimming
remembering that night
september's coming soon
i'm pining for the moon
and what if there were two, side by side in orbit
around the fairest sun
that bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming

you i thought i knew you
you i cannot judge
you i thought you knew me - this one laughing quietly
underneath my breath
nightswimming

the photograph reflects every streetlight a reminder
nightswimming deserves a quiet night
deserves a quiet night

losing my religion

oh, life is bigger
it's bigger than you and you are not me
the lengths that i will go to
the distance in your eyes
oh no i've said too much
i set it up

that's me in the corner
that's me in the spotlight
losing my religion
trying to keep up with you
and i don't know if i can do it
oh no i've said too much
i haven't said enough

i thought that i heard you laughing
i thought that i heard you sing
i think i thought i saw you try

every whisper
every waking hour
i'm choosing my confessions
trying to keep an eye on you
like a hurt lost and and blinded fool
oh now i've said too much
i set it up

consider this
consider this
the hint of a century
consider this
the slip that brought me to my knee failed
what if all these fantasies come flaming aground?
now i've said too much

i thought that i heard you laughing
i thought that i heard you sing
i think i thought i saw you try

but that was just a dream
that was just a dream
that's me in the corner
that's me in the spotlight
losing my religion
trying to keep up with you
and i don't know if i can do it
oh now i've said too much
i haven't said enough

i thought that i heard you laughing
i though that i heard you sing
i think i thought i saw you try...

man on the moon

i watched the stars fall silent from your eyes
all the sights that i have seen
i can't believe that i believed i wished that you could see
there's a new planet in the solar system
there is nothing up my sleeve

i'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
i'm tossing out punchlines that were never there
over my shoulder a piano falls
crashing to the ground

in all this talk of time - talk is fine
but i don't want to stay around
why can't we pantomime, just close our eyes and sleep sweet dreams?
me and you with wings on our feet

i'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
i'm tossing out punchlines that were never there
over my shoulder a piano falls
crashing to the ground
i'm breaking through
i'm bending spoons
i'm keeping flowers in full bloom
i'm looking for answers from the great beyond

i want the hummingbirds and dancing bears - the sweetest dreams of you
i'm looking to the stars
i'm looking to the moon

i'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
i'm tossing out punchlines that were never there
over my shoulder a piano falls
crashing to the ground
i'm breaking through
i'm bending spoons
i'm keeping flowers in full bloom
i'm looking for answers from the great beyond

mariya is my hero forever.

tecnicolorpoodle (11:31:00 PM): SilverStarlingV (11:30:35 PM): is mariya in love with me? is that why she wants to know?
LivebytheArts (11:31:32 PM): well, technically, yes
LivebytheArts (11:31:33 PM): you see
LivebytheArts (11:31:42 PM): i am a member of this very small religious sect
LivebytheArts (11:31:58 PM): which believes that a person's favorite color is the color of their soul
LivebytheArts (11:32:06 PM): and in order to prove that, i have to kill her with an object of that color
LivebytheArts (11:32:24 PM): in which case, her soul will escape her body in a puff of smoke of that color
LivebytheArts (11:32:27 PM): which i will collect
LivebytheArts (11:32:32 PM): i need to collect at least 6 colors
LivebytheArts (11:32:42 PM): in order for my soul to advance to the next standing
LivebytheArts (11:32:48 PM): plus, if i send it in with proof of purchase
LivebytheArts (11:32:52 PM): i get a free spongebob watch.
tecnicolorpoodle (11:33:23 PM): SilverStarlingV (11:33:03 PM): can she kill me with a blue man from blue man's group?
LivebytheArts (11:34:02 PM): that's a problem
LivebytheArts (11:34:07 PM): i killed them all already
LivebytheArts (11:34:11 PM): thei rfavorite color is actually gray
LivebytheArts (11:34:12 PM): all of them
LivebytheArts (11:34:16 PM): and i needed gray souls
LivebytheArts (11:34:21 PM): i made warm socks out of them for the winter
tecnicolorpoodle (11:36:35 PM): hongy thinks you're awesome.
tecnicolorpoodle (11:36:40 PM): I think it was ths socks that did her in.
LivebytheArts (11:36:59 PM): no dude
LivebytheArts (11:37:02 PM): it wcoudlnt' have been the socks
LivebytheArts (11:37:04 PM): they were gray
LivebytheArts (11:37:08 PM): i have to do her in with something blue
LivebytheArts (11:37:10 PM): remember?

omfg sierra sterling.

shortcake0530 (1:23:10 AM): did you have a cake at your graduation party?
tecnicolorpoodle (1:23:27 AM): we did
tecnicolorpoodle (1:23:28 AM): a big cake
shortcake0530 (1:23:41 AM): GOOD WORK.
shortcake0530 (1:23:59 AM): i've been concerned about this you not having graduation cake thing for a few weeks now.
tecnicolorpoodle (1:24:10 AM): are you kidding me?
shortcake0530 (1:24:20 AM): it doesn't keep me awake.
shortcake0530 (1:24:30 AM): but. it seemed wrong. so i'm glad you had cake.
tecnicolorpoodle (1:24:55 AM): ...did you think I wasn't going to have cake?
shortcake0530 (1:25:09 AM): yes.
shortcake0530 (1:25:10 AM): i did.
tecnicolorpoodle (1:25:20 AM): why did you think that?
shortcake0530 (1:25:35 AM): i remember when you graduated i said "did you have cake?" and you replied "no."
tecnicolorpoodle (1:26:04 AM): oh!
tecnicolorpoodle (1:26:07 AM): well, I had cake today.
shortcake0530 (1:26:12 AM): i'm proud of that
tecnicolorpoodle (1:26:21 AM): thank you.