the week of aug 20th.

Maybe you weren't listened to very attentively as a child. Perhaps you were dressed in clothes you didn't like, hugged only three times a year, and fed food you were allergic to. I suppose it's even possible that your parents were psychotic drug dealers who kept you chained to a radiator in their squalid basement. If that's the case, Aries, I would understand if you had an urge to devote the next three decades to bewailing your bitter past and scheming up ways to wreak revenge on the cruel world. But if you have ever been curious about whether there might be better ways to allocate your time and energy, I have good news. According to my reading of the astrological omens, you now have it in your power to overcome your toughest memories and set out on a course to become almost as secure as if those bad things had never happened.

My Life According to Leonard Cohen

(fuck Bono)

Pick Your Artist: Leonard Cohen

Are you male or female: I'm your man

Describe yourself: Love Itself

How do you feel about yourself: Waiting For The Miracle

Describe your current boy/girl situation:Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye

Describe where you currently live: Tower Of Song

If you could go anywhere you wanted to go: A Thousand Kisses Deep

Your favorite form of transportation: Jazz Police

Your best friend(s) is(are): The Stranger Song

Your favorite color is: Famous Blue Raincoat

Favorite time of day: Night Comes On

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: In My Secret Life

What is life to you: The Future

What is the best advice you have to give: Ain't No Cure For Love

Thought for the Day: I Can't Forget

How I would like to die: Everybody Knows

My soul's present condition: Hallelujah

chiming light savers of death's departed.

i feel the waves of the earth crashing over me

she felt so soft, even thro my pants

never been kissed before and unaccountable

stepping up to the plate, virginal, and not knowing what i'd give

silently vacuum all the glitter up from my eyes

and make plans, for falling in

with those sunset path ways thro the field

i dream of you

losing you

i dream of you

enter back into the reality

of non reality that i feel so close to

sleepy now, i smell like a stripper

and everyones long gone

to sleep in and out with redheaded angels

i want you to know that i'm thinking about you

and as i long for another's touch

i want you to know

i dream of you

losing you

i dream of you

a forgotten poem and a reanimated dream.

have you ever dreamt a dream that you had had before?

wondering if you were having rem deja vu?

or perhaps the sensation is false familiarity,

do you know what happens next because your deciding your own dreaming fate?

i stand inside peering out window pain

imagining the leaves turn golden,

falling off and snow covering the trees

bare and helpless

it reminds me of a old poem i could never remember

and now i've forgotten

the future seems so bright only to pass into it

everything the same

i wrote you a drunken lullaby the other night

soft whispers of heart felt reasoning

pounds to hard when there's refusal of a hug

practice, as i peer out my steeple windows

seems like all i ever want to do is nothing.

Sunday June 20, 2004

3:18:22 PM

Ten thousand years later, I just want to tell you: you
have the most beautiful eyes. I'm so scared I'm going
to forget something really important, but if i do, no
matter what, it won't be you.

"You've never been true and it's plain to see
The fact is you never really cared"

i'm just a little ball of hatred for you

i hate it when you touch me please don't.

thro the looking glass into your very past soul

connections and disconnection, feeling low for someone i don't know very well

i looked into the hazel and bared my soul my deepest darkest desires that come from longing

and wanting to be longed for

to be your mother teresa

the sex goddess you crave

the girl that stays in your bed just long enough to make you grow up

when i tell boys i want to be their muse it's a passing note in their thought

like i want them to make me pretty paper flowers or draw pictures of me

write songs about me and think about me when they're fucking their next girlfriend

unaware of my underlying need to be god of the world

in bed in the pastern in the clouds

i want you to breath me

needing me to filled every void in your body

till you don't need me anymore and i move on

it's not love and it's not a lost boy with a sink full of dirty dishes

it's just my next broken pieces that fit into me

people don't brake each other, they brake themselves against each other

why does my hate boil over for you when i can find something to love in everyone else

sleepy smitten blue eyes once for me

this could only happen to me?

let go and become something new

you decided on this, so stop thinking about the past rearranging the future

that's as long as he needed you

you knew it, and he didn't, you did him a favor

and your full of shit

planting already dead flowers over the graves of nazi soldiers

nothing can grow here

i'm broken in my little secret garden

i came with offers of candied roses and saffron jewels and draping virgins

leaving with shattered tears made from your cobalt blue eyes

broken promise rings

and overflowing orgy sex found in churches

how can everything i touch

mean to little?

so little

swap me for a milkmaid

my 'best friend' over and over again

the next gothy girl that wanders thro your bury eyes

i dream about you and the thought of you being with someone else

it cripples me

and waking up to reality is like a comfort knowing your not like everyone else

stained black and broken down pink

who will still need me? feed me? when i'm 64

everyone's mix tape is all mixed up in my itunes

jon, do you want to know how i knew you never really loved me?

guess

there's nothing like using someone else's thoughts and notes to express the way you feel

about someone else