my blue heaven

When you're floating around the summer, a bit of a vagrant, surviving off mooching from the g-ma with board and food, and doing odd jobs for a the g-pa, a friend/photog, rare paid shoots, and donating your plasma for gas and miscellaneous necessary expenditures, little is left to just do what you want, when you want.

I've been told this is also the result of responsibilities. Those of which I do not really have yet. It all seems so easy. Maybe I'm just in the presence of practicers who make it look easy.

But... I try to be very grateful for what I do have.

A loving family, loving friends, lots of accessible luxuries, travel opportunities, new and awesome acquaintances, connections, and experiences. I am young, full of potential, and have nothing to lose. Nothing lost, everything gained.

:)


California not long passed the bill to legally marry same sex partners. I heard today that there will be a ballot for an amendment in the fall to overturn it. One quote from a petitioner was

"...love always prevails."

Does it? I sure hope so.

I've always thought it does. Then again, I was raised on Disney movies.

Homogeny, raining down.


Two selves twist and then collide;
You're coming off the cart
I'm coming through.
A torturous condition to a spin cycled submission,
You know, sometimes it just feels better to give in.

And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.

Dull heat rises from the sheets.
I'm both a patient boy,
Well, and a jealous man.
But double standard of suspicion
Is running deep, oh, my blue heaven,
Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.

And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time.
All the cards begin to stack up,
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
But it's you I can't deny.

We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're safe, child, you are safe.

We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're safe, child, you are safe.
You're safe, child, you are ..

safe.
You are safe.

We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're safe, child, you are safe.
You're safe, child, you are safe.
Coming through?

Is this all too familiar?
Does it happen all the time?
I'm just asking you to hear me.
Could you please, just once, just hear me?
More then anything you wanted to be right.
Still it's you, you, it's you I can't deny.
(You I can't deny.)
It's you I can't deny.


More whiny Taking Back Sunday. I can't get it out of my system.



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Constantine Gedal. I like this in a very odd way, unique to me.

Stephen Haynes. I like this in a very obvious way, unique to me.