Friday, January 14, 2011
I MISS YOU CHLOE
[3:35:28 PM] Chlo: Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eyes
I never dreamed it could be over
I never wanted to say good bye
Looking back over my shoulder
With an aching deep in my heart
I wish we were starting over
Oh instead we're drifting so far apart
I ask if Hagström considers himself sane. “No, no, no. Not at all. Not from a technical standpoint. And I don’t think anyone is. Because, well, if you look at it, who is the Average Joe? Where is the Average Joe? Like, okay — whenever you find the Average Joe, who looks like the Average Joe, who’s got like two kids, a car, a wife, who lives in the suburbs some place, has a pretty decent income, and has no really radical thoughts about anything, just pretty much goes with the flow, average intelligence or whatever, you’re going to find he’s got a LOT of skeletons in the closet. Not necessarily the serial killer type, but everybody’s kinky and everybody’s twisted at some point. And suppressing that is what turns into hardcore Catholic and real far-out ideologies where you try and suppress stuff that’s actually just genetically encoded into human nature.
We could all learn a lot from acting like the insane people we are, but being responsible about it and trying to be loving while we’re doing it, and not being such messed up repressed people that we have to take out our frustrating existence on someone else.”
We could all learn a lot from acting like the insane people we are, but being responsible about it and trying to be loving while we’re doing it, and not being such messed up repressed people that we have to take out our frustrating existence on someone else.”
Let the sun set...
And now our love has been forgotten
Like you, it was never there
We're just sitting here like strangers
You gave me yourself, for just a little while
And it was you, really you
The space between us
Will not be bleak
Oceans and past light
We were lovers
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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