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wolven7Auf der Maur - [I'll Be Anything You Want]--- You're waiting, too much, on the physical accutriments of my will and work. Every time i make a spiral, in this place, you want me to draw it, on the ground, the wall, the air, my heart. I don't like to work that way. The thump, beat, move rhythm, of the whole work, the intent and direction, the fact that i'm fucking Doing it... Why aren't these enough, for you?
You need so much. You need me to caress your surfaces, cradle you close, and dig the knife edge in, just so, every time i want to change the world. For you, my intent and my will, they're like mutual masturbation, to a sex addict: close, but not quite enough. (A Perfect Circle - [Gravity]). You want so badly for me to stick it in, and twist, do a little left-right shimmy, and spill it all. You want the tangible, physical mess of it, and the napalmed sky just isn't enough.
You tell me it's ok, and i know that i can get things accomplished, there. I know i can make it work, the more i push, the more nuanced my control and whispers of thought, across your planes. But I also know that you really want the flesh, the "fact" the physical thrust of it, the call and the cage, and you want it all. You want me to work the words and tools, together, and you want me to combine the ingrdients, together, in your crucible. You want me to Work, like You want me to work. My knowledge, my intent, my understanding, isn't good enough, for you. I have to make you feel it, i have to sing the notes just so, to make your bones hum, make your heart thump, make your cerebral fluids feel like they'er going to catch fire.
The Police - [Don't Stand So Close to Me]--- Fine. We can play that way. We can gather the tools, and the instruments. Everyone wants a ritual. Sometimes they mean something, the words, sometimes it's only that you bothered to say anything at all.
You're needy. I get that.
Believe me. I get that.
You need so much. You need me to caress your surfaces, cradle you close, and dig the knife edge in, just so, every time i want to change the world. For you, my intent and my will, they're like mutual masturbation, to a sex addict: close, but not quite enough. (A Perfect Circle - [Gravity]). You want so badly for me to stick it in, and twist, do a little left-right shimmy, and spill it all. You want the tangible, physical mess of it, and the napalmed sky just isn't enough.
You tell me it's ok, and i know that i can get things accomplished, there. I know i can make it work, the more i push, the more nuanced my control and whispers of thought, across your planes. But I also know that you really want the flesh, the "fact" the physical thrust of it, the call and the cage, and you want it all. You want me to work the words and tools, together, and you want me to combine the ingrdients, together, in your crucible. You want me to Work, like You want me to work. My knowledge, my intent, my understanding, isn't good enough, for you. I have to make you feel it, i have to sing the notes just so, to make your bones hum, make your heart thump, make your cerebral fluids feel like they'er going to catch fire.
The Police - [Don't Stand So Close to Me]--- Fine. We can play that way. We can gather the tools, and the instruments. Everyone wants a ritual. Sometimes they mean something, the words, sometimes it's only that you bothered to say anything at all.
You're needy. I get that.
Believe me. I get that.
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Date: 2005-04-28 02:50 am (UTC)Something I need to remember too...No holding Back.
Cole Porter, Ashley Judd & Taylre Hamilton - [True Love]
(Björk - [Come to Me])--- I think that my most, and my best, are different, many times, than the wants of the universe. Not less, or more, but different...
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Date: 2005-04-28 04:54 am (UTC)no subject