"Something Else" by Gary Jules

They never tell you truth is subjective
They only tell you not to lie
They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability
They only tell you not to cry

But I've been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway

They never tell you you don't need to be afraid
They only tell you to deny
So is it true that only good girls go to heaven?
They only sell you what you buy

But I've been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway


I've been living underground
Trying not to burn
And finding something else to learn
At Hollywood and western

A Poem For a Saturday Night

As we sat on the couch
a million miles away from one another
I wanted nothing more than to sit with you
to feel your body
even just your elbow or your knee

So I never shut the fuck up
I spilled my life story
all the dirty details
Because as long as my mouth was moving
I wasn't moving closer to you
and my mouth wasn't closing over yours
Because what I wanted
What I honestly wanted
was to kiss all your breath away

As hours passed
in what seemed like seconds and years
And we lay in bed
I lay awake
attempting to avoid grabbing you into my arms
and making you mine

-1991kmh

"You and I" by Ingrid Michaelson

Don't you worry, there my honey
We may not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills
Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I want to do what bunnies do with you
If you know what I mean

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountaintop
Making everybody look like ants from way up there,
You and I, you and I

Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But, baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountaintop
Making everybody look like ants from way up there,
You and I, you and I

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountaintop
Making everybody look like ants from way up there,
You and I, you and I

A Post For a Change of Venue

So, we're moving in to the apartment on the first of March. Yay! Everything has been discussed and is now officially figured out. Although Carol will be around most of the time, I've got the distinct idea that I'm going to be bored and lonely. But, I'm pretty psyched. Initially I had mixed emotions about moving out but I'm pretty fucking psyched now. Livin' on Lonsdale. Three seconds walk from work. Three seconds walk from Matthew's parents' house. Not to mention, Carol is awesome! I don't know what else to say right now. Oh, other than, all I have is a bed, a bookshelf, clothes, and towels. *Hint, hint* That is all.

-1991kmh

A Poem For Spyro

Alas! one green gem
Or two red ones - goddammit -
Nowhere to be found

-1991kmh