and this feels so very true indeed

“This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.

Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.”

From Red Right Ankle Her Majesty The Decemberists

for i am feeling rent, and crumbled.

 

my ass hurts

and not because i have been up to no good, or doing anything fun, or strenuous, or for any other reason than my persistent klutzitude. which is prodigious.

i put on slippy shoes this morning. they are orange and cute as hell, but dangerous. as i was attempting to get off my chair to grab a file my foot shot out from beneath me on the hard slick linoleum and i landed full weight on the hard bony nub of my right hip. i laughed hard enough, but also, fuckow.

i am now walking with a pronounced limp and working on what i suspect will be a bruise of monumental size and purpleness.

and, of course, complaning.

stupid falling.

 

mep

i have only been intermittently successful with the not crying.

it hurts knowing i am only a memory

 

it doesn’t really have to make sense

Once again, explodingdog has me. i swear, i want this guy to do the cover art for my next album…

i’ll tell myself it did not mean a thing until at last i might believe its true a million times i listen to the story of how i never fell in love with you