Tag: metal

Do you think I’m rude?
Seeing her, hearing her voice, was opening wounds he had sewn tightly shut
I didn’t even have to cook much
I know I’m an outsider, but I’m not an enemy
But what kind of message is that?
She would have to decide which way she was headed before she ran past that door
Distances exist to be bridged
I didn’t know what was required of me
It’s not a pain exactly, it’s more like a longing
It had been a peculiar week
And you don’t even have to remember how it feels, if you remember how it looks
He needed somebody to lean on
I could have gone through the door
At first they kept us in cages like zoo animals
It’s the best-looking people who have the best chances
There is evidence of styling gel
Then everything started to rumble
That towel had worried him since he’d first seen it
Come on now, we’ve got things to do
You’ll understand when you meet him some time
He suddenly felt vulnerable, and mortal
You really hurt my feelings!
What a ridiculous statement
There ain’t many of that kind of place
The lost years had not proven all bad, though
He had to move soon or he’d be forced to turn back
I shouldn’t be suprised to find you here
I’m just beginning to get control of my own body
When I first saw it, I thought it was horrible
The more it changes, the more it is the same
I expect to spend years trying to understand it
I’m sorry to have wasted your time
Nobody imposes on me against my will, so relax
Ever read H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds?
They’d been lost in these woods before
I’m going to just relax
There’s something about me you don’t know
He never knew what to make of it, then or after
They had friends; that was how they met
You can love someone too much
How long has it been since he’s had a normal workday?
Something about the absence of trees makes the light seem perfect
Big and heavy movements, but delicate, too, in all the subtle, reactive leaves
She couldn’t go back to that house, obviously
It occured to him that nothing was going to happen
I was never going to be become anything but myself
I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates
Leave the house before you find something worth staying in for
It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use
When the time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don’t make any fuss