Lady @Lady@cat.family

Circuses or Ghost Towns: There’s no inbetweens to know now. But I have always occupied the middle, where it’s cool to hide.

If Silence is an Issue: I don’t have a good defence for overthinking everything I’ve ever (almost) said.

I think I might need Diagnoses: I know that’s all manmade terms, but I’ve been looking for an act of God, and I keep getting hurt.

The good thing in all of this is staying anonymous. We’re looking for monoliths—“Hey, there’s nothing in Aisle 6.” I’ve been something of an addict these days, but still an optimist, saying “this has got to be the worst it’s gonna get.”

“Sitting By The River With The Sky In Her Eyes”: I always feel like a tourist: I wanna know what it’s like? I’ve been staring down the barrel of another life; said “I could’ve been a lawyer; we would have been fine then.”

Walking around with my head down: I’m a “worst case” kid in a plague-pit town. Standing at the stake, saying “I’m cool by myself”. (But, I’m a liar. In the end, I’m gonna need your help.)

And look at you! A killer with a jaw for news! I always feel like a tourist: I only came here for you. I’ve been staring down the barrel of another life—you said I could have been your courage; we could have been fine.

All of the ways that it’s too late now! Wearing your clothes as the clouds come down; calling my friends (said “The witch is dead!”); cut thru the park; try to catch my breath.

(Dysphoria melts me when I get home. Try to loosen my shoes—she said “leave it alone”. But I tighten her words around my wrists like I’ve only been hers—and we could have been fine.)

[after all this waiting, seismic renovation gutted out the whole thing (but kept the presentation)—so i figured i could probably do the same:]

you pick me up; it’s far away. you need me for the carpool lane. i’m obsessed with what you’re saying—“Take Me Out Tonight” is playing—and i can’t believe you.

and you won’t convince me either way.

“i’ll be yours until we’re dead”: you said it first. you said it! after all this waiting, i was going to save it. i was only practice—you were gonna waste it.

so i figured i should wake up and walk home.

but the pavement
is a portal
and i’m sixteen
and i don’t know
how to handle
being mortal

being rivals on the ride home.

staying somewhere that you don’t know.

but i’m still trying.

i thought you wanted me this way.

O! WHO’S GONNA CARE
WHEN THE MARKETS AREN’T THERE
AND THE REGENTS RETIRE?
GO CALL THE EMPIRE!

COULDN’T REASON WITH THE UNDERDOG; ONCE YOU’VE BEEN IT, THEN YOU’LL ALWAYS BE ONE, LOOKING AROUND THE ARENA, THINKING “I’M JUST LIKE YOU,”

BUT A GIRL’S GOTTA DO WHAT A GIRL’S GOTTA DO,

AND A GIRL’S GOTTA EAT;
A GIRL’S GOTTA EAT TOO

of course now i have to listen to old tommy lefroy

new tommy lefroy
https://labrecords.bandcamp.com/album/born-blue

“the candle is our baby and i am showing you the mischief it gets up to”

one time nintendo shipped me something via UPS and it just sat in new jersey for three days until a guy could take it down to the post office and mail it the rest of the way

i’m assuming, from the tracking information

stop shipping things thru UPS they just hand it off to USPS at the end of the route anyway challenge level: impossible

when they use Boss’s Orders after you’ve already revealed you have an ACE SPEC Prime Catcher 😵‍💫

wrap it in foil all you want, Bigelow, but when your peppermint can’t even match the taste of Celestial Seasonings it just makes me judge you more