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frente and potato porridge
2003-02-02, 2:31 p.m.

current mood: hungry...


current song: labour of love by frente


oh am i fooling you?

do you fall for it all

or do you just see right through?

are you as cool as you believe?

are you playing hard?

are you waiting just to quietly clock my card?

are you waiting for a moment to leave?

i don't know how i bent what you said

to what i believe you meant

i don't know anything at all

i'm standing in the push and shove

and i'm just within the rescue

of the labour of your love

i can't do anything but fall

a-fall, a-fall-fall-fall

why do i feel like i can never find you?

why do i feel like i'm the only survivor?

why am i thinking of -

you and me and the labour of love?

one chance, one shot

that's all anybody ever got

newborn still warm

naked in the rush hour

dancing in my gutter

and if you want to find me

call me, i'll be far from

the cars and guitars and

everybody

why do i feel like i can never find you?

why do i feel like i'm the only survivor?

why am i thinking of -

you and me and the labour of love?

and i never knew before

but i feel like a child in a cold, cold war

so strong, so tough

sitting in suburbia, waiting for the wind up

and i don't want to dance

i just want to jump from the prison of circumstance

why am i thinking of -

you and me and the labour of love?

why do i feel like i can never find you?

why do i feel like i'm the only survivor?

why am i thinking of -

you and me and the labour of love?



so yes, i'm confused again. but the confusion right now is outweighed by the hunger i'm satisfying right now by eating carr's famous potato porridge. i told him that only little girls and bears eat porridge, and he just growled at me. so i just shut up and thinned it back into soup. it's tasty none the less. especially if you eat it with a bit of sourdough bread and butter, and some cheese melted in it.

at any rate, the only thing i'm confused about is where i'm going to go. the commune will be no more in a mere matter of months, and i will be forced to seek shelter elsewhere. i'm thinking i'm going to sell my car, and take the money from that and my tax return and buy myself a one way ticket back to the only place that's felt like home other than the commune...

Nashville. i long for the south, the people, the city. i know i can make it.

i'm going to continue eating now.

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