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This is what happens when some wise ass lives by the civic center in your neighborhood...I had nothing to do with it. I promise.

Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, someone dear I haven't seen in years; my very first.
She invites me to Saturday night:
A ten course meal -
A traditional Chinese feast.
Soup.
Jellyfish.
Chicken.
Vegetables.
Salt and pepper squid.
Rice.
More rice.
Lobster.
Pork.
Tea.
Tea.
Tea.
Tea.
Tea.
More tea.
Rock sugar.
More rice.
Duck's feet.
Fish.

I've been sleeping restless since last week. Or not at all. I toss, turn, then tumble from my bed until feet touch the floor, sleep walking to hit the snooze button. Once. Twice. Thrice. I wake up with neck and shoulders sore from snatching the little sleep I've been getting in odd, knotty, twisted positions. A short hot shower helps, but only marginally. Daily headaches like a bad tooth; dull and steady.
My waking time isn't much better than my so called slumber. I'm restless, listless. Discontent.
I've been arms length away from everyone.
Diametrically, I've had a strange inner quiet. Strange in the way an intense thunder storm turns the sky dull grey-green and the barometric pressure is tangible in your sinuses and ears.
I need to change something. Catalyze.

Matt Talbot, the singer/guitarist/lyricist for one of my all time favorite bands, Hum, swore that his lyrics had no meanings. That he wrote vague abstractions to let the listener impart their own meanings. I beg to differ.
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If You Are To Bloom - from the album, "Downward is Heavenward".
I'm thinking of your wide open eyes, smiling as they feed the nerves that push the field of silver and the colorful lines that only you could see, like only you could do.
I'm picturing a forcep in ice, that you would see if you could reach and reconnect the ends into the delicate threads,
but I just sit and wait for a blip to break the perfect little thin green line.

I dreamt of jet this high, seeding clouds from the other side and glowing softly until the underbelly shines,
and the back skims through the steam. Feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling awake, a dusty sleep you took too soon.
And you, you need watering if you are to bloom.

I'm thinking of your failing green eyes, smiling as they greet the day, but they can't see me. And now I'm picturing us opening wide, and drinking down our days in haze and bliss. Together til it tumbles aside, but I just sit and wait for a rhythm in a perfect little thin green line. It's true, so soon.

(And the coil speaks) I'd like to see us together, I'd like to lay my head low. I need to lean on a soft one, and bring the spin of the world to appear slow.
(And the coil sleeps) You've been gathering angels, and fading further each day. I love you now as I never, remember my face as you quietly make your way.

I dreamt of jet this high, seeding clouds from the other side and glowing softly til the underbelly shines,
and the back skims through the steam. Feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling awake, a dusty sleep you took too soon.
And you, you need watering if you are to bloom.
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What meaning do you get?

Update/Response:
The meaning I've given this song is that of a rebirth or resurrection (in a Frankenstein like sense). "but I just sit and wait for a blip to break the perfect little thin green line", is the line that (to me) sums the whole meaning. The narrator is waiting, which denotes expectations of something to happen, such as the blip on a perfect little thing green line, such as the flat line of an inactive heart monitor or something similar. The eyes and sight are both symbolic as life, from "I'm thinking of your wide open eyes, smiling as they feed the nerves that push the field of silver and the colorful lines that only you could see, like only you could do" and "I'm thinking of your failing green eyes".

Anything else? Anyone?

You know you've reached the pinnacle of 'lazy' when, rather than expend the effort it takes to put your leftovers away.... you just eat them.

New photo (protected) posted.
If you can't see the photos and you'd like to, see the previous post.

When are you fucking morons going to learn to stop leeching off of me?
Here's a screen cap.
Thanks to Lil for letting me know.
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EDIT:
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This weblog needs more cowbell.

Special thanks to her, for showing me this kick ass camera. I just ordered one.