Electric Sea Spider + The Sea

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 You don't have a clue about how The Sea believes in you.

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Still There

Never habituate. That's what I'm living by. To never reside within one place and feel as if it were home. Because it doesn't feel like home. Not yet. For there is so much beauty I have to see, to explore, to smell, to feel, to soak in. Can you forgive me?

I'll call you from a telephone box. I don't know where yet. But through the hazy night, when my drunken legs and mind carry my self, my numb body, I'll call you when I get there. Because somehow, I'll be safe in the night. I'll call you from a telephone box.

And when I come back, I'll sit next to the flimsy paper that recorded it all. I'll be to scared, too shy to look. I'd like to think that maybe I was wrong. But I know I'm not. Nor are you. It was the thought of you that brought me here. If only for a while.

TrainWrecker

Impulsively, crammed into a corner, black and white filtering the eyes. Staring at innocuous figures from the metal confines. A misshapen line separates the dark from what would be light. A near equal passing of the mind. Wave. Smile. Snap. Click. It moves on.

And a blue light filters across the stage, along with its lines and wires in serpentine fashion, sprawling like disease. It is needed disease. They speak 'We are what you need.' Bare feet running, as glittering girls stalk, following a hopeful answer. Follow the lines. Strangling. Straggling. Doped up. Confusion. Blare.
The light carries on.

Peace is a blurred vision, shadowing a stark backdrop. If only the hands could dial and focus. If only a blurred vision was beautiful. To take a hold and shake violently an absence of shock, creating extremities   within the mentality of faith. A likeness of a paranoid spider, of a courageous plant. There is nothing. Whispering. If only. If only. Decay.

All the while, dead bodies float and collapse. Cold and alone, children cry out, tired and incapable. There is no thought anymore. Enough of the world, enough to drop into the grey, the lines, the peace. Quietly caressing the tiled ground. Ultimately fallen. Defenseless. Asleep. Sleep. Surrender.

Paper Hearts Floating Around

So i went to see Paper Heart last night in Carlton with Martin. And to be honest, i thought it was brilliant.

Before that though, He felt like going for a drive to St. Kilda Beach. So that's what we did.

We read our Asimov books at the cafe/bar. Had coffee and beer. Chips. Smokes.

Then we headed out to Carlton. "In GPS, we trust."

We had gelati. I had Mango and Coffee. He had Raspberry and Strawberry.

We talked about our likes and dislikes. Mimicked conversations on the street. "The aesthetics were completely off...".

Then went to see Paper Heart.

The night was a perfect temperature. It was good. Not too hot. Not too cold.

No one wanted to play pool that night. So we're playing on Saturday.

I'm playing with Lego. I made a helicopter.

While You Were Here I Knew I Loved You

It's been a while, I'll admit. But I haven't been enticed to display my inner thoughts out to the world.

Lately, I've been more than happy to just mull those thoughts through in my head. Lately... I've fallen in love.

Not with anyone in particular... Not even with a person. I've just realised that, Life is Beautiful. I'm quietly in love with the world that surrounds me. I'm nearing a time, where I realise... I'm happy with where I am. A realisation, that I know who I can be, and who I should be. Quietly, I'm willing to be alone, because it doesn't feel like a sacrifice anymore.

" When a body is broken into 

A million pieces and carries
With it a deserved guilt

But with that guilt
The purpose of the world
Seems to never have mattered

And sometimes it breaks their hearts
When what we're supposed to say
Is perfectly wrong. "

I've re-discovered something in me. Quietly, I realise... I'm in love with the idea of hope.