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correctiveshoes621When I'm at my lowest ebb, just flat-out scraping the bottom and ready to take the boat out, peter gabriel somehow just swoops down and lifts me up - no wisecracks, re: swooping, Certain Someones Who Read -
It sounds corny, but I am SO damned grateful for this man, his music and his magic. Part of my heart will always beat for only him ♥
So, listen, sunshine..
How it goes AKA This Is The Picture:
Every word. Still. SO much joy:
Don't laugh. This song absolutely saved my life. I know:
A name, a self, bestowed. Ask me, sometime:
Another O, So Personal Moment. I remember it, as if it were yesterday. Standing in the middle of my living room, vacuum cleaner, in hand; dustmotes, dancing in the sunlight:
Oh, the wheel is turning; spinning round and round,
And the house is crumbling, but the stairways stand..Oh, honey, we tried. :
Cleanse me; empty me of it; turn it into something else:
*Curls up with him and heals*
♥ At 02:00. Who's the fuckin' MAN:
And, now, THIS, in these fast-approaching autumn years..I think, somehow, we're in, again..:
Somehow, this man has been there, and held my hand, throughout half my life. Even though he'll never know it:
It sounds corny, but I am SO damned grateful for this man, his music and his magic. Part of my heart will always beat for only him ♥
So, listen, sunshine..
How it goes AKA This Is The Picture:
Every word. Still. SO much joy:
Don't laugh. This song absolutely saved my life. I know:
A name, a self, bestowed. Ask me, sometime:
Another O, So Personal Moment. I remember it, as if it were yesterday. Standing in the middle of my living room, vacuum cleaner, in hand; dustmotes, dancing in the sunlight:
Oh, the wheel is turning; spinning round and round,
And the house is crumbling, but the stairways stand..Oh, honey, we tried. :
Cleanse me; empty me of it; turn it into something else:
*Curls up with him and heals*
♥ At 02:00. Who's the fuckin' MAN:
And, now, THIS, in these fast-approaching autumn years..I think, somehow, we're in, again..:
Somehow, this man has been there, and held my hand, throughout half my life. Even though he'll never know it:
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Date: 2011-08-26 03:27 pm (UTC)Love you sweetie and RIP Dan...
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Date: 2011-08-26 11:56 pm (UTC)Looks like DJ will be at my mother's when it hits (early Sunday am, around two) - Jess still hasn't gotten back to me..eee..I will be at work, and, most likely, be commissioned to stay an extended period, until things get ironed out. God bless us, my mother lives right across the street from where I work, so..that's fortunate.
On the UNFORTUNATE side, having to fill my car, get supplies, cigs, etc will make me unable to pay my rent. Whoot. Judging by the hysterical media - and the pics from space - I may not have to worry about that, anyway. AND ALL THAT MONEY MY MOTHE JUST PUT INTO THE NEW BATHROOM..Man.
I've some clothes packed for us for a day or so - and DJ's in the midst of moving some of my sentimentals - The Curejacket (TM), my autographed pg and Simon, the framed poem Jess wrote me when she was a kid, etc. He'll probably pack up the computer, tomorrow, and the Wii, as well, but can't imagine we'll get the Giant flatscreen thing in his little car.
Hope Mein Dieter doesn't wash away down the hill, as he is undriveable, at the moment.
I'll IM you with my mother's phone number. Love you, too. ♥
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-27 10:02 pm (UTC)