2003-10-21 : 11:25 p.m.
It's been half a year since I spotted them in hiding. Since that first sighting they've sprung up everywhere. Please don't call me paranoid. I've witnessed their atrocities. I’ve been burnt by them, hurt, lied to. There’s no knowing when they’ll show up and turn on you. I fear to leave my own house. I know that they’re out there, waiting for me to run. They block any escape. Everywhere, they know where I’m going, destroying any small hopes I have had of flight. Where am I to go? Where am I to turn? They’ve come after my family, my friends, even affecting my whole city. They destroy the lives of many under the pretence of good will.
There’s no escape. Yesterday morning they found my house. Outside of my window they crept like orcs in the night. I cannot get out. What am I to do? My faith lies in the winter. Perhaps that may slow them, make them more traceable. For now it’s my turn.
Lord in Heaven, I hate road construction.
Yes, precious, construction is everywhere around town. It’s down on the cape, up in northern MA, down towards NY, there’s no escaping it! Now proven by the road work being done right outside my bedroom window!!!
In the meanwhile, I unexpectedly stumbled upon these lyrics.
Em, this is for you:
Like Emily
by All About Eve
Emily lived in this town
Seems it was getting her down
Filled up a suitcase with clothes
Where she went no-one knows
She didn't wait to explain
She had to rush for her 'plane
She's seen the earth from the sky
And she waved it bye-bye
Bye-bye love..
Oh to be like Emily
Out of sight and really free
Follow your heart she says
Follow the stars she says
She's the girl we'd love to be
Oh to be like Emily
Emily lives on her nerves
Stealing the gold she deserves
Sparkling a thousand fires bright
Like the red sky at night
Headful of crazy ideas
Heartful of rhyme no-one hears
It's up to her to decide
Whether she'll seek or hide
Julie With
by Brian Eno
I am on an open sea
Just drifting as the hours go slowly by
Julie with her open blouse
Is gazing up into the empty sky.
Now it seems to be so strange here
Now it’s so blue
The still sea is darker than before...
No wind disturbs our coloured sail
The radio is silent, so are we
Julie’s head is on her arm
Her fingers brush the surface of the sea.
Now I wonder if we’ll be seen here
Or if time has left us all alone
The still sea is darker than before...
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Doing: Laura’s senior pics; about to watch While You Were Sleeping
What made my past few days: Photography; talking on AIM with old buddies and new buddies
What bothered my past few days: Just more shoulder aches and pains
All material (c) by Julie A. Snyder