There we were, with friends I didn't know, and a place that seemed everything but familiar.  You reassured me with a starry smile, and squeezing my hand we set off through the Forever House.

You're grain-thin binary code in the slipstream of sleepless nights.  Sometimes, I can paint those memories in traces of neon smoke lights, most times I just feel frail and empty, chasing streelights without you telling me it's alright to be mental.
But together again we will leave more then carbon footprints in the spider-webs of this city, the city that only shudders when you're gone, the city that awaits your return with night-sweats and shivers.

At the end of a long year I usually drink myself shitty and sleep through it all.
But lately I've been sleeping too long, too hard, and for all the wrong reasons.
Didn't think you'd need a reason to sleep, did you?
I do.
Haven't a damn clue what it is.
But I'm changing my sheets just in case.

If you wondering what I'm doing for New Years, well, I'll be awake.  I'm going to put the world on a string, hang it in my closet and laugh with petty indifference.
After all, I've always liked pretending.

Because with all the good people leaving this next year, and all others staying,
It makes me drowsy.  I think I'll go find Italy.

To all those I love; stay sweet, take care and enjoy 2008.
I hope it enjoys you too.

So, what do you want me to do?  I can be your mannequin.  I can always steal a strayed glimpse, but I want to say it to your face.  
So why is it the thing that means the most to me is the hardest for me to write down?
I've always been crimped.  I wont make a habit of this, but you're astral.
Yeah, alright, I'll stop seeking you.  
And no, I wont haunt you.

Now then, lightning wont scare me so much anymore.











Clashing lies and clashing thighs,
Clashing words and changing minds,

Tell me what you've seen, tell me where you've gone.
Tell me where you've been, tell me what you saw.

Equidae; steal me home.
  
  Mountains grow like finger nails,

And your legs are

Weak.

I'll wear the bridle,

You bite at the stars.

Between you, me and the constellations

No yoke could keep us                             

  apart.

So gallop, but glide.

Linger and hide.

You're frothing and I'm lynched.

..Equidae.

She said, "Write a song and make me fall in love with you."
I said,"I'm not such a linguist and those words are endless."
She said, "You've traveled the earth's heartstrings and you grow weak in my aorta?"
I laughed.
She said, "How could you deny it"
I said, "It's your tear ducts I rest in."
She cried.
I said, "My fingers shatter on piano keys."
She said, "Your fingers belong elsewhere."
And there they'd linger.
I said, "Guitar strings make messes of fingertips, and they'd feel cold upon your skin."
She said, "Then I'd become ice under yours."
So I sang,

I'm tangled by your shredded dress,
Your cracked red nails, and heaving chest,
Make love with me and I swear I'll never sing again.

Her fingers found the keys and she played in tune.
Then I'd never sing again.

Which eye should I keep closed?

Which hand should I keep clenched?

Which side of the pillow is coldest?

How long does it take for others to put you to sleep?

No words, no talk, we'll go dreaming.

No pain, no hurt, we'll go dreaming...

Put out the torches, light the moon, light the stars...

I think I'm getting headaches from wanting too much, and needing little.  That coupled with my outrageous sleeping habbits, I kind of feel bent out of shape.
With my only solution being hard liquor, I bet it's going to be a fun week.
Jack Daniels is a good friend.
I need something else...

For once there was an unknown land,
Filled with strange flowers and subtle perfumes.
A land of which it is joy of all joys to dream.
A land where all things are perfect.. and poisonous.