It's Michael Stipe's fault

[jchrisobrien]

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...

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[alonewiththemoon]

Michael Stipe says... "I'm sorry."

[jennever.livejournal.com]

i absolutely adore that song. that was the first album i got for a long time that wasnt hair metal ;) i also have a very clear memory of hearing that song at an amusement park the summer after my freshman year in high school. it seemed very strange to be hearing it there, but i was very happy about it.

and i know what you mean about songs having that effect on you. i have it happen quite frequently :)