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jchrisobrien) wrote2004-03-15 10:24 am
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It's Michael Stipe's fault
Why am I feeling so listless and unfocused this morning? I don't feel like I'm here. Physically I'm sending little letters racing across the screen, warming a seat, breathing. My soul isn't here. It's lying on a hill, limbs and body entwined with another's. The wind blankets our skin, spring smell in the air, flower petals falling around us... flowers. Ah, that's it. It's that R.E.M. song that carrying me on this little mental journey. Flowers of Guatemala. Life's Rich Pageant. The promise of good times to come.
*glances over at the clock*
I'll have to leave that hillside for the time being. Work beckons. Actually it doesn't beckon as much as glare at you and tap it's finger against the clock on it's wrist. Yeah, yeah. The letters are off and running again. Clackety clackety clackety...
*glances over at the clock*
I'll have to leave that hillside for the time being. Work beckons. Actually it doesn't beckon as much as glare at you and tap it's finger against the clock on it's wrist. Yeah, yeah. The letters are off and running again. Clackety clackety clackety...
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Especially when the imagery is so uplifting and hopeful. :)
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Tell Michael that his apology is accepted, and that he should stop by for a cookout during Memorial Day weekend.
Oh, tell Danial Ash and David J they can stop by too!
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and i know what you mean about songs having that effect on you. i have it happen quite frequently :)
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I've been on quite a college alternative music kick today. REM, Lush, Midnight Oil, and now the Pixies.