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[Feb 27, 2007 | 7:55pm] |
i haven't updated this thing in a long time, i miss my best friend, and i'm not even going to bother with f-locking this.
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[Jul 27, 2006 | 1:47am] |
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loveology - regina spektor |
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You are so beautiful and I am a fool
to be in love with you
is a theme that keeps coming up
in songs and poems.
There seems to be no room for variation.
I have never heard anyone sing
I am so beautiful
and you are a fool to be in love with me,
even though this notion has surely
crossed the minds of women and men alike.
You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool
is another one you don't hear.
Or, you are a fool to consider me beautiful.
That one you will never hear, guaranteed.
For no particular reason this afternoon
I am listening to Johnny Hartman
whose dark voice can curl around
the concepts on love, beauty, and foolishness
like no one else's can.
It feels like smoke curling up from a cigarette
someone left burning on a baby grand piano
around three o'clock in the morning;
smoke that billows up into the bright lights
| while out there in the darkness
some of the beautiful fools have gathered
around little tables to listen,
some with their eyes closed,
others leaning forward into the music
as if it were holding them up,
or twirling the loose ice in a glass,
slipping by degrees into a rhythmic dream.
Yes, there is all this foolish beauty,
borne beyond midnight,
that has no desire to go home,
especially now when everyone in the room
is watching the large man with the tenor sax
that hangs from his neck like a golden fish.
He moves forward to the edge of the stage
and hands the instrument down to me
and nods that I should play.
So I put the mouthpiece to my lips
and blow into it with all my living breath.
We are all so foolish,
my long bebop solo begins by saying,
so damn foolish
we have become beautiful without even knowing it.
- billy collins, nightclub |
      
my name is shayna. most people call me shay or shasy or something along those lines, but you're welcome to nickname me whatever you want. i enjoy eating creamsicles, shouting the word "vagina" loudly on the new york city subway, text messaging, and jumping on my various friends and acquaintences. i'm a very physical and affectionate person. i'm gullible and i love everyone. my favourite things at the moment are vitamin water, carl barat, pina coladas, adult swim, and vans slip on shoes. i really enjoy asking people questions. and music. i would like to be a journalist when i'm older, and i would like to live in london or new york.
feel free to add me. comment here if you would like to be added back. i have a lot of interests and things, and there's probably a good chance we'll get along. the only things i really don't like are lots of pulp in my orange juice and uber drama queens (i admit i bring a little drama myself, but there's a limit to my madness. i think). as far as credit goes, my layout codes are from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) starlingsby100. i made the header and it's of boyd holbrook and omahyra mota. the mini icons are by famfamfam.com. please don't take anything on this journal without asking. [:
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