2 posts from July 2009

I report my own fires and fuel them while they come.  I pretend it wasn't me and when they arrive I don't have to flee the scene.  I may have told a little white lie but it's all with good intentions and in the end everyone will make it out alive.  The building will burn to the ground and the white walls will be charred and brown .... every memory will go up in flames and ashes and the firemen will be brave and dashing.  Some call it arson and want to open an investigation while others think I'm innocent and sweet and I'll just let that rest upon their weary imaginations ... because I lit the match and I threw it down after he poured kerosene all over the ground.  You could say that I'm guilty and created my own misery or I could become a hero in the course of history and it really doesn't matter to me because now that it's burnt and gone I am free of all charges and there will be no double jeopardy.. close the books and close the case close your eyes and forget my face because there is now now earthly evidence of you.and.me.

I Found a bird that made elliott smith look like a whiney little bitch....he crawled onto my hand and didnt even flinch.  Ive never experienced trust like that with stranger and the words we exchanged were at a low whisper and minimal.  It only took a second for him to hop on my shoulder and I carried the weight of his broken wings and broken legs and he trusted me all the way.