mornings_like_this fyn gula It's 4 am and lori carson wakes me from sleep. i come down the varnished stairs, siamese cat slinking away like a shadow. on the kitchen table waiting every day is the book you are making for me (what is it, the tenth one?) a collage of image and words that illustrate your world for me. my scarecrow hair has yet to be laughed at by the looking glass, but already smiles are filling the room like the smell of guatemalan coffee fresh ground and brewing in an italian percolator. i know who you are in the watercolour way you have of painting your persona. the drawings draw me like a magnet back to your bed, still warm from when i left it. 000414 ... camille Reminded of a phrase.. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a water colour in the rain - Al Stewart http://www.gwi.net/~spectrum/wav/cat.wav :o) 000414 ... the one its mornings like this that remind me why i miss my old friends. i miss getting a ride and talking about last night, smoking a cigarette carefully so i dont burn the back seat. 011004 ... birdmad too much coffee giving me the shakes, heavy black puerto-rican espresso in a little green can, hangover headache and not hungry even well past lunchtime too many cloves smoked making these shakes even worse, the hangover is gone and my hair dye is wearing thin (thank god i still have half of the bottle) didn't want to get out of bed but today is payday, just wanted to sleep benath the air currents of the oscillating fan on my nighttable 011004 ... bijou i lay awake earlier than ever. i should leave, i should go to work or to shower or somewhere else. but i will pretend to be asleep until you wake up. just so i can see you at your most beautiful moment. tousled, smudged face, glazed eyes, greasy and stinky and still in your underwear. there is NOthing sexier than a boy that just woke up from a rough night. go back to sleep, the world doesn't deserve you at all. 011004 ... Bijou sparkles I wish you were my girl. 011005 ... unhinged when i wake up still in my clothes and the anklet jingles sad when my body tires of the mental push and there is nothing that wakes me up i call you knowing you won't be there telling myself i'm not going to go anywhere unless you call me first i've been waiting for so long just for a smile sick of writing melodramas in my head sick of wanting a reality perception that doesn't exist sick of loving you with a soddered mouth sick of living without a doubt yep it's mornings like this that serve to remind that everytime my heart beats it's a little more off time a little more empty and sad mornings like this that i never wish i had 011006 ... distorted tendencies I want to wake up next to you, my face buried in your golden hair and the sunlight streaking through the curtains. Our limbs entwined with one another's from the past hours of last night.. 011006 ... Casey Once again my stupid alarm clock didn't go off. I think that is from throwing it to much. Now I've missed Dukes of Hazard 011006 ... pete it's after four and somehow it still feels like morning 061126 ... Death of a Rose are already awake by the time I breathe again. No sounds, no discernible movement that I can tell. these mornings are like a fugue, a counterpoint that expects me to start. mournings_like_this, should be outlawed. 061126 ... coolsoundingme wake me up so i can blink and try to sleep the rest of it away 070310 ... pete i curse the idea that making the clock change earlier will save power. 070311 ... Syrope it felt like we understood. but at the same time, i think we were both trying very hard not to. it hurts less, but is it worth it? 070311 ... pete i wish that i planned on sleeping tonight 070311 what's it to you? who go blather from