I wish Mercury would go retrograde himself somewhere else and leave my life the hell alone. Things that normally wouldn't bother me are making me crawl out of my skin, and little pebbles in my path are tripping me like they were boulders. I don't have to lie in the dirt, but it feels safer here, where flying objects can't hit me.

I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,"- he said
"It's all in your head," and I said, "So's everything" -
But he didn't get it - I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

-fiona apple, "paper bag"

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if you have not already read it, march into your local bookstore, pick yourself up a copy of "dangerous angels" by francesca lia block, and proceed to read it cover to cover on your day off. it is for you and me.


ashleigh | 05.02.03 - 12:30 pm | #

Mercury Mercury....always into what isn't yours.
William F. House | Homepage | 05.05.03 - 4:01 pm

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