arienettelyn's Diaryland Diary

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thursday....but it's only TUESDAY!

got my thursday cd in the mail today. i really like it! i swear to god geoff is like....me. we could be twins. or he could just be my husband. whatever. the shit he talks about is stuff i care about. and can relate to, honestly. and that doesn't happen much! he said on their new record (comin out this summer yay!) theres a song named after matthew shepard and a song about coming to grips with being an athiest. see? he's my hero. this is the last song off the 'waiting' cd, which i just got today. it's really just him talking over the guitar, but he sounds so hopeless that it kinda got to me. thursday are so right on, man.

thursday - where the circle ends

mountain ranges, morning red bathed ridges
stab up at the trembling blue horizon
grey slides lazily off rooftops, lands on the incandescent ground and dies
a flock of little men touch down on the thin surface of porchlight
dawn's footsoldiers return to march twilight across our faces
skylites ignite and explode, scattering shards of april around the room
but no one even lives here
we're too busy crashing our cars every morning in the same house
paving the same roads, unwilling to walk them
and even when we extend ourselves it's only to be included
in a moment that stands still
so often, we don't struggle to improve conditions
we struggle for the right to say "we improved conditions"
and so often we form communities
only to use them as exclusionary devices
we forget that somewhere a man is beside himself with grief
somewhere people are calling for teachers and no one is answering
somewhere a man stands, walks across the room and breaks his nose against the door
and somewhere these people are keeping records, writing a book
for now we can call it "the book about the basic flaw"
or "the book about the letter a"
or "any title that a book about a man that no one cares about might have"
and as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of nothing
the sounds of a vanishing alphabet
standing here waiting

5:48 p.m. - 2003-03-04

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