is it too late to heal?

*poison oak some boyhood bravery.. when the telephone was a tin can on a string.. and i fell asleep with you still talking to me.. you said you werent afraid to die. in polaroids you were dressed in womens clothes, were you ashamed whyd you lock them in the drawer.. well i dont think that i ever loved you more then when you turned away, when you slammed the door, when you stole the car, drove towards mexico, and you wrote bad checks just to feel yr arm, i was young enough, still believed in war.. but let the poets cry themselves to sleep.. and all their tearful words will turn back to steam. and me im the single cell on the serpents tongue theres a muddy feild where a garden was and im glad you got away but im still stuck here and my clothes are soaking wet from yr brothers tears.. and i never thought this life was possible, yr the yellow bird that ive been waiting for.. the end of paralysis, i was a statuette, now im drunk as hell on a piano bench and when i press the keys it all gets reversed, the sound of lonilienes makes me happier..*
"poison oak" by bright eyes.

playing the questions game with mike. its getting late. ive already taken the magic sleep, so i can go to bed whenever i want.

im kinda out of it. not as miserable as i have been, though im sure that will change when i get to chevys tomorrow and work in night 13.. worst section *ever*..

so. bright eyes wrote a song called "neely o'hara." im pretty psyched, seeing as im in love with valley of the dolls. im half way done already, and i only started it monday. its like 400 and something pages long. ill end this post with the lyrics. they suit me. jim said i remind him of anne welles. well i guess that a compliment bc her character is like gorgeous. but i think he meant personality wise.

im going now. magic sleep, take me away..

*in the morning when you throw up water and your skin turns a pale pale yellow well everyday you lose more color do you think that someone paints your mirror? so you think that things sound different at the time when you speak well there are visions much clearer than these blurs that you see and like neely o'hara you swallow your sleep and wake up in the morning to find you are not who you used to be you don't recognize the behavior or the spelling of your name and the shape that is in the mirror well you'd swear it is not the same and like neely o'hara you swallow your sleep and you really can't remember but you know you are not think you are not no you are not who you used to be*