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Sounds:
REM, New Adventures in Hi-Fi
Words: Anne McCaffrey, Crystal Singer
Is it so hard to satisfy your senses
You found out to love me you have to climb some fences
Scratching and crawling along the floor to touch you
And just when it feels right you say you found someone to hold you
Does she like I do
Tell me does she love you like the way I love you
Does she stimulate you attract and captivate you
Tell me does she miss you existing just to kiss you
Like the way I do
Tell me does she want you infatuate and haunt you
Does she know just how to shock you electrify and rock you
Does she inject you seduce you and affect you
Like the way I do
Can I survive all the implications
Even if I tried could you be less than an addiction
Don't you think I know there's so many others
Who would beg steal and lie fight kill and die
Just to hold you hold you like I do
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I redid the page about me. I decided I was being redundant and decided to try something new.
Rae McKinley is a goddess. Serious. go over to Swanky and read her column. Right now, damnit.
I wrote something inspired by 13 reasons you were bad news.
an implement remembers
"The knife remembers that I never
cut you deeper than I had to. "
--rae mckinley
in explanation, she said she'd stolen
her brother's bicycle and left it
near the percolation ponds and walked
all the way to school. and I wonder
now why I never suspected drugs,
or worse. Crystal meth. pregnancy.
she said to me that it was time to stop
pretending she could do this any more.
(she said she loved me)
he'd fucked her in the afternoon, he said, his
voice soft with rememberance. his hands
curved on my naked back and i knew he was
remembering her breasts under his palms.
he implied her temptation, described
her charms, spoke wonderingly
of life created.
(he said he loved me, he had no reason to lie)
both of you hang over my life, heavy and sharp,
the first defining abandonment, the second
hurt. You are a record in a database, a
death date, a short note in the newspaper,
a name leaving no one's lips. You
are a constant weight. you had no reason
to lie.
You are both a silence encompassing generations.
I will remember, in the last dream,
that nothing was sacred to either of you.
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