From the top of the flight Of the wide, white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there
There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white roar Drop a bell down the stairs Hear it fall forevermore
Drop a bell off of the dock Blot it out in the sea Drowning mute as a rock; Sounding mutiny
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright So, enough of this terror We deserve to know light And grow evermore lighter and lighter You would have seen me through But I could not undo
this guy was amazing. he was the happiest adult i think i have ever seen. he could really sing and was just radiating pure joy. i wanted to ask him for his autograph but he was just too powerful, i was scared. would have been nice to have his name scrawled on a piece of paper in my wallet, just pull it out sometimes and think about how this guy was happier in that moment that some people are in their whole lives. happy birthday, geeta!
let me be the first to tell you, i love a squinty-eyed, stoney, long hair artist as much as the next girl who loves those sort of things. i blame growing up in the sanjoaquin valley in the 90s. i also love funny people. this leaves me virtually powerless to jamesfranco. sure he's a movie star, but he got me in the opening line name dropping of marina abramović in his wall street journal (?) piece explaining his appearance on general hospital (again, ??), and sealed the deal with his pillow-loving appearance on 30 rock.