You
- Fisher

It’s late now
Time to sleep
Close your eyes
Go to dreams

Clouds on walls
And blue skies
Mommy’s sun,
her moon, her stars

And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live

Your smiles
Well they make my day
You don’t know it yet
But you’re everything

This little song – well
It’s for you
These lovely years
here with you

And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live

And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live

For you

I'm getting used to the sound of me
All tripped up and fumbling
Picking words from that lovely stream
Of all the things that you mean to me
Cause it hurts
Oh it hurts to like you so much

How to thank the earth for you
The eyes the smile the wisdom too
You're all good things thrown into one
You put the flowers on my tongue that say
Yes
I love you this way

And there's so much that I should tell you
And there's so much that you should see
So many "Keep out: heart bound" places
You belong in me

I'm getting used to the sound of you
Volleying back this feeling too
Tasting all the things I wished
Waiting in that lovely kiss with you
Where there's no hiding the truth

And how you treat me like a queen
Like when I said my eyes were swampy green
And I saw you smile and I heard you say
"If your eyes are swamps, they're the Everglades"
And that you love them that way.

Sometimes it's hard for me to tell you
What is harder still to hide
And so I hold tight stay trite and never let my heart decide

But despite my fear
I've got no way of stoppin'
The sound of you from breaking through
The static in my mind
And I just won't hear
Another word of caution
I know it's dangerous
To love like us
But I feel safe enough in the sound of you

I remember how it used to feel
To try to make indifference real
To weed out love so skillfully
That you would never get to see
The flag that you were sticking in my heart those days

I knew gravity would get to me
And I'd be yours eventually
But never dreamed it could be so sweet
Watching you just talk to me
At night, when the city lights were burning outside

Sometimes it's hard for me tell you
But I'll tell you
Cause I know you sympathize
When I hold tight, stay trite, and just can't let my heart decide

Regardless of my feelings on people trying to collect money from my friends by way of MY CELL PHONE, I don't think that gay men should work in the collections field. They don't sound tough or intimidating, they just sound pissy. And really, who wants to call back a pissy gay man?

I think I'm going to petition the check cashing place to bring back that Valerie girl. At least I didn't mind taking her messages. Of course, I already told them that the person they're calling for is my roommate, and if he doesn't answer the house phone, he's probably not home, so calling MY CELL PHONE isn't going to get them anywhere. Stupid fuckers. Bah.

"That's a mispronunctuation."
(6/12/09/1425)

"I whacked a guy today. He got mad and came after me, so I punched him in the face."
(6/11/09/2330)

98.1 The Mix

I love this station.

point-by-point response to the National Organization For Marriage's "Gathering Storm" PSA

(I just thought you should know.)

"True genius does not fulfill expectation. True genius shatters it."
(3/31/2009)

"Paula's tits are so squoze they overlap each other."
(4/3/2009)

Lesson learned. Moving on...

I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you. It was to me, and it's very well written.