Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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heartbreak even -ani difranco

it’s a heartbreak even situation

nothing lost and nothing gained

so i’m 10 years old again

standing in the backyard waving at a train

i feel you make love to me slightly

every time you let a little laugh slip too soon

and the moment passes over us so lightly

it feels like sand blowing over a dune

you try not to let your emotions show

but it ain’t a balloon you can just let go

it’s an ice cream cone dripping in the sun

sticky hands

    sticky arms

        sticky situation

it’s a heartbreak even situation

one part powerful elation

one part pitiful and frail

and i’m trying to feel my way around

a book of promises written in braille

there is pressure from within this

and pressure from above

there is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love

and there’s wet wool blankets one, two, three

laid onto my chest

’til i just can’t breathe

and i try not to let my emotions show

but it ain’t a balloon i can just let go

it’s an ice cream cone dripping in the sun

sticky hands

    sticky arms

        sticky situation

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As for the Cast Party on friday night there were only a middling amount of actual cast members there, but there was plenty of liquor and it got rather interesting rather quickly. Highlights included being told i was “the gay icon of the entire homosexual population of the Freshman class,” a rocking acoustic performance of “Like a Virgin” that didn’t even involve me, and how everyone was scratching and clawing at each other to get ahold of the one Pre-Mix demo i brought for Laurel, who left today. Lowlights included dropping a bottle of hard lemonade right on the ground instead of getting it into the pocket i was aiming for, not really having any females to flirt with in a productive fashion, and the inhuman amount of vodka i put in every single screwdriver. If you’ve got a low tolerance, don’t let me mix drinks for you, okay? The night came out alright, though i wound up sleeping far far into the afternoon yesterday after i finally dragged my ass back to the apartment. Certainly not a night i’ll be forgetting anytime soon.

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I saw Selina today. Only for a handful of minutes… i gave her a too-expensive digital video tape from last semester to use for her class. She’s in the same class that lead me to ponder how a close-up view of someones face is totally different from watching them from afar. Yeah. Anyhow, it’d been over two weeks since i saw Selina at all, and that’s a long time. Today felt right, though. We spoke as friends, we made irrelevant commentary on things, and we both had a smile on our face. Afterwards i had my first voice lesson. It all felt right.

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SavvyMel on my recent trends of songwriting: “Well, after one’s suffered like…masses of depression you’re suddenly flung into a realm of euphoria or so I’ve observed. But this is freaking cool because you’re peppy songs are turning out to be great ventures of musical experience.”


Um, Mel, was that a compliment?

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I drew a picture of your face, but it wasn’t so big that i could not erase it. But I thought about getting it tattooed, but that would have been a mistake, more like something you would do. I see your body every night in my dreams; it’s not as unlikely as it seems, ’cause i still think about it nearly every single day. But usually my head gets right in the way. I don’t think this means i’m over you. I don’t think this means i’m over you. I thought about calling once or twice, but i don’t think that would’ve been very nice. You would’ve thought that it meant something more, and it wouldn’t have meant anything like what it meant before. I don’t think this means i’m over you. I don’t think this means i’m over you. I have our memories set up on repeat, but telling you that doesn’t seem to be discrete. Just know that i don’t plan to forget … but i’m not coming back to you. Yet. I don’t think this means i’m over you. I don’t think this means i’m over you.