Clairvoyant

Slip, slide across my mind. It's liquid of course, do you agree? Do you agree with underwater dreams? Of palaces and knights - and homosexual kings and queens? I do. Is that odd? Am I different? Eyes are bright- sure- brighter than mine by measure I believe. I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. It's a secret how I move, you know. Closely guarded. You wouldn't catch on even if you watched me in an empty space, with just my hair blowing violently across my face. You'd ask some question and I'd be silent. That is all.

My Life Is A Fucking Dolly Parton Song: Part 3

Her and the Car and the Mobile Home

Sometimes I begin to really wonder about my sanity...okay, I always wonder about my sanity...
So I have this friend, right? And we'll call her "Bessy".
Bessy has a boyfriend who works on a smelly boat out in the boondocks right smack dab in the middle of nowhereland. For some odd reason she chose me to be the one gal to assist her in a pseudo Romeo-Juliet campaign. See, her parents are really religious and don't like this guy, so a couple of nights a week she tells them she's going do something with me. I go pick her up in my car, and away we go.
And then--oh, this is the good part-- and THEN i have to watch her and her hillbilly lover suck face on the oil boat while I sit there twiddling my thumbs with nothing better to do.
It wasn't so particular last night, the ritual went as planned. We left the boondocks around midnight in our efforts to get home before anyone got a little antsy. She begins with this insane little tirade about how she's going to eventually marry this guy and they're going to live in a double wide someplace out in the country...
I'm thinking if that floats her boat, so be it. Why not?
It's not like someone can be completely unhappy living in a mobile home in the middle of nowhere, right?
She has the window down and she's completely going a little crazy, screaming at the top of her lungs; the effects of her uncontainable joy (I suppose it was a mild effect of her snogging the oily man back at the boat).
All of a sudden, her phone starts ringing and vibrating in her hand, and what happens then?
Why, she flings the phone out the window!
It wasn't a purposeful sort of gesture, but one of surprise, because at that moment she turns her head to be and shrieks that she just dropped her really expensive cellphone into the ditch along this winding back road, and that we have to get out and find it.
How else is she going to explain to her mother (whom she lives with) that she lost her new phone?
So here we are, skirts hiked up, jeans rolled, hands dirty, searching the muddy ditches on the side of this road looking for her new phone with one little mini flashlight.
It was a pretty sight.
I was pissed to say the least.
When we finally found the damn thing it was threatening not to work..the screen was wet, and it appeared water had gotten inside.
She moaned and groaned until finally it came back to life, and all was well.
For the rest of the ride home she talked about her idealistic little life out in the country, with her beau and her double wide...
The things I do for friendship.

I Think You're Wonderful, Loser.

I think you're amazing, why can't you see that?
It's as if there's something that makes you believe that there is good in every other person on this planet but you... you think of yourself as selfish and afflicted. You think that I'd be better off if I didn't have these feelings for you, but how wrong you are. You don't look in the mirror and see yourself truly, do you? Or often enough?
If you did, and you saw what I see, you'd see someone genuinely worth all of my time and attention.
There's something so playful about the composure of your mouth, and when you smile, you light up the entire room like a glowing sphere of unadulterated joy.
You never complain.
Your eyes are bright--like Plexiglas-- my heart beats when they alight on mine.
How ridiculous that you can't understand it...
That you can't see why I love you.
It's hell, really, it is.
I want you to know and I want you to see it...

It's too bad you're across the ocean,
away from me.