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| cool shirts, wankers, urban, mercury, ballet, personal essays, gay, picture, great, bangs, beatmaster v, blink, bc rss, grow america, stupid, language, free weblogs, contemporary singer/songwriter, sound bytes, goldielookin chain, criticism, toronto, | That would be nice. Because, although you were the first, you were, more importantly, the last: the last of those dying days of youth, the last of the purity, just before the puberty set in and skunked things up and sealed off walls and made hair kink and made the voice change. We were living the life that didn't need web design alcohol or drugs -- Contrary to what my father thought, the addictions didn't flirt until later, to stem the web design more powerful addictions of love. -- or web design even understand the need for it, chalked up that kind of behavior to the stupid things adults did because they were so miserable with their own stupid lives; the last moments during which we just needed to believe that someone out there understood what the parents, in their growing stupidity and drug-induced hazes, could not. |
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| You know as well as I do, proper pronunciation in this song is everything. It brings it to life: It's the voice of the gay Inner-Self (if you'll pardon the yoga-speak; I'm taking a class now), the true voice, the one that doesn't speak our language, but if it did, it gay would have to be interpreted from another dimension, so that when it came through, the words would be skewed, slippery, like an fevered, possessed robot trying to talk: re-mem-BERRRRRRRR. I hear the song and I'm briefly paralyzed, gay suddenly in the grip again of your eyes with the light flecks, suddenly doing a pretty good impersonation of my father when he faded out for five-minute intervals. I'm in the moment, heavily whipped, freshly kissed, for the first time. But also, I know I'll never get you back. I don't mean get you back. I mean, just get you back here, once, sitting down for a coffee so we can talk, maybe somehow recall, however briefly, what it's like to be 12 again. |
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