My blog is not a fun one.

I don't blog about the latest fashions, or nice pictures I find.
I don't blog about art.
I don't even blog about my life most of the time.
I throw you a couple of song lyrics that usually are just what's stuck in my head.
It's boring,


oh well.

Oh, don't.

I'd write about Montreat, but I'm going BACK tomorrow to visit Brittany.
Later I'm sure I'll write about it all at once.

Maybe.

Possibly.

...hopefully.


That means no
where I come from.
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come.

I chew my lips and I scratch my nose,
feels so good to be a rose.

Oh don't, don't you lift me up.
Like I'm that shy, no no no no no,
just give it up.

some songs are only good acoustic.

Like this one.

So rest assured I have the key to every opening.
To every wishing well that's deep enough to dream.
I want to show you just how fascinating kissing is,
when earth collides with all the space between.

I'm reaching farther than I ever have before.
Leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore.
I may be some sort of crazy,
We may be some sort of crazy.

Goals

I'm sure I'll write something about Montreat eventually, but right now I don't have the mental capacity to.
It was wonderful.

My demons waltz with me.
They beg me not to leave them alone.

You don't know how you met me.
You don't know why, you can't turn around and say goodbye.
All you know is when I'm with you, I make you free.
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea.

Fool.

All the ghosts of the grandmothers
have been haunting me in my living room.
And I am pagan in my pondering,
wondering where it is I will go,
if I don't go here.

And the streets are full of beggars,
bragging threats of misdemeanors,
and I am shirtless in my offering
to be more than what you want from me.

Say it ain't so,
say it ain't so.

All the creatures in their masks and capes
are growing restless under costume make up.
And I am wise to what we're doing here,
but I'm a fool, standing naked and dressed as myself.

Say it ain't so,
say it ain't so.

I will keep my eyes shut.
I will, I will.
I will build a time machine,
traveling back to kings and queens.
Changing all the course of history,
so these things I've done won't make a fool out of me.

Well the children at the swimming pool
offer their bare skin to the afternoon.
And in the courtyard birds are caroling,
in the fountains that men made for them.

Say it ain't so,
say it ain't so.

Say it ain't,
Say it ain't so.

That I am cursed and insignificant,
thinking all the world revolves around me.



If you made it through all that, I'd like to hear from you sometime.

Second star to the right,

and straight on till morning.


Come see Winston Salem/Forsyth County Schools Summer Enrichment's presentation of Peter Pan.
Reynolds Auditorium
July 22, 23 @ 7PM
July 24 @ 2PM