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Friday, 4. October 2002

falling is like this - ani difranco



you give me that look that's like laughing with liquid in your mouth like you're choosing between choking and spitting it all out like you're trying to fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling and falling is like this

feels like reckless driving when we're talking it's fun while it lasts, and it's faster than walking but no one's going to sympathize when we crash they'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask" and we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky

i'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe i'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way we can't fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling and falling is like this.




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Forgot



You forgot to open the door, you forget yourself and all that was besides the point for you forgot that I was already a part of the equation when you slashed the movie screen I was floating on, a bit role player hoping to turn into the knight.

Now as fall burnishes all the leaves, and paves avenues in golden red, trees have no vacany for little birds anymore there is no vacany for any pain tonight in my heart, I have already walked a thousand miles on the road that I left on with no destination no plan in my head. I had burned all the maps when I burned all those abandonded city blocks, warehouses, crumbling buildings, dream dance halls with movie posters advertising our show, my name somewhere in the footnotes, in the city called us.

Now I am seeing light in the distance, now I know I am going to make it, now there is no stopping me, now there is beauty rising, now there is abiding faith now there is the beating of wings, now there is the rush of wind now these jets are taking off, Now when you open your windows and wonder how you had forgotten that when one divides by zero one only gets infinity and empty sky, in which you will see me blazing away as a wild comet.

You just forgot to keep that door open. You just forgot yourself. Atleast remember this sometime.

2002:09:04 19:00 Atlanta




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Thursday, 3. October 2002

Diwali Amirikan Ishtyle.



So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people liked him. But, like, his step mom, or somethin', was kind of a bitch, and she forced her husband to, like, you know, send this cool dude, he was Ram, to some national forest or reserve or somethin'.

Since he was going, for like, somethin' like more than 10 years or so, he decided to take his wife and his bro along. You know... so that they could all chill out together. But dude, the forest was reeeeeeal scary shit, really man, they had monkeys and devils and shit like that.

But this dude, Ram, kicked their ass with darts, bows and arrows, so it was fine. But then some bad nigger' boys, some jerk called Ravan, picks up his babe (Sita) and lures her away to his hood. And boy, were our man, and his bro Lakshman, pissed! And you don't piss this son-of-a-gunz 'coz, he just kicks ass and like, all the gods were with him.

So anyways, you don't mess with gods. So, Ram and his bro get an army of monkeys. Dude, don't ask me how they trained the damn monkeys, just go along with me, OK. So, Ram, Lakhs, and their monkeys whip this gansta's ass in his own hood. Anyways, by now, their time's up in the forest and anyways, it gets kinda boring. You know no TVs or malls or shit like that. So, they decided to hitch back home. He, his bro and the wife are back home.

People thought, well, you know, at least they deserve somethin' nice and they didn't have any bars and clubs in those days. So they couldn't take them out for a drink, so the people decided to smoke. And they also had some lamps, they lit the lamps too. So it was pretty cooool... you know with all those fireworks really, they had some local band play along with the fireworks, and you know what, dude, that was the very first, no kidding, that was the very first musical-synchronized fireworks. You know, like the 4th of the July stuff, but just more cooler and stuff, you know.

And, so dude, that was how, like, this festival started. Cool!!! Diwali Rocks Maaaan! Got it...




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