08 March 2010

The spider



Yes, more of the Paper Chase.

I want your head.
I want your wicked parts.
I want to wring out your evil thoughts.
I want to eat out your bitter heart.
I want your soul to sing six words harmony
Of all the pigs that might tempt me.
I know you're sick alone
and I’m telling everyone everything.
So scratch it on the wall
of your coffin on your sick day home:
And when your lover loves to cheat
there's another you can meet
It’s a short pier, it's a long walk home.
You gotta show me where it hurts,
There’s a beast and a burden
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor.
This is your life this is your life and
When I’m done it's over a little bit more.

Good things die all the time,
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye,"
said the spider to the fly.
When all those times you thought
that you were wrong, you were right.

So if I fight the good fight
will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in face
to craft a look of defeat?
I feel the end is near
my little Monday night whore,
My little Saturday night
became a Sunday remorse.
When it's all over America,
The Godless game show heathens.
This is your life, this is your life,
At last my good friend we are even.
I know I’ll never lose an arm,
never stay up staring at the phone.
I'll never rot up with disease
don't you bury me and leave,
Don’t you leave me in the ground alone.
You gotta show me where it hurts,
never cremate me to burn,
Never chop me up and throw me to sea.
You’ll never have to find the words
they come spilling unrehearsed,
But you and I will never find that peace.

Good things die all the time,
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye,"
said the spider to the fly.
When all those times you thought
that you were wrong, you were right.

Good things die all the time,
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye,"
said the spider to the fly.
When all those times you thought
that you were wrong, you were right.


The presentation is just about ready. Hopefully I'll have a chance to bike downtown this afternoon post-class, pick myself up a couple of things. In the meantime, I've got Raisin Bran and Dr. Pepper to keep me going.

I pass all the checks! Hurrah.

You know... everything is connected to everything else. And, too, there's the story of how, no matter how far we run away from our pasts, they're always with us. The lure, the thin, bubbling allure - we want things. We all want things. You know that little ache at the back of your stomach, curled up tight like a snake against your spine? You know you do. It makes you breathe fast, makes your muscles clench, makes the veins writhe like kelp fighting to get past your too-impermeable skin. You can't burn it away - the fire only makes you want it more, every moment you stare into the flame.

Eh.

Back to work. Time to make this presentation all shiny. Y'all know you love it.

Eat the rich!

And all y'all have a great day.

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