Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

under my skin

by

Wow. I’m of the mind that your first kiss should be set in celluloid in your head to be replayed and replayed until all of the hiss and hum of the wear on the tape overcomes the memory, and you’re just left with a memory of a memory. At the same time, i detest those horrid contrived situations and wish they could all be forgotten about. Of course, if the two intersect…? I don’t know. This whole storytelling binge over at Benjy’s has got me paying rapt attention; and to think he was the one i didn’t like in the first week.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/08/4877628/

by

My first kiss was at the bottom of a flight of stairs that reminded me of my childhood house. We had old creaky stairs and wide wooden molding on the doors and the doors were heavy so you could give them a good slam. And that’s were we kissed. In a way it makes perfect sense to me, because it was the only place i was comfortable with the only person i was comfortable with. Sadly, that was only a one-kiss engagement (okay, maybe two), and not a whole ton of things have made perfect sense since then. A thing here and there makes limited amount of sense, or plausible sense, or i want it to make sense, or i just suspend my disbelief. But i just want it to make sense.

By the way, in the paragraph i decided what’s going to be in the after-party Trio recording, so make sure you stick around to see how well i play guitar after being awake for 30 straight hours. Should be interesting.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/07/4796059/

by

Um, hi, i forget which request goes to which sponsor, but rest assured i am wide awake and diligently uploading as we speak. Also, don’t ever be so foolish as to search this page for the phrase “under my skin,” because it yields enough separate posts to keep a small tidy log running for half a year. I’ll talk more about that one after i sort out this mess of requests… (yes, i am putting it off)

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/07/4794762/

by

lazy summer heat is slowly seeping into my pores because it always distributes evenly to where things are cool because that’s how science works. i am listless with heat, waking up abruptly from crucial points in my technicolor-bright dreams to glittering sun bathing my entire bed in gilded rays. last night there were three story double homes with bay windows in the third floor bedroom and i remember hugging someone very tightly to me and something strange lurking in the basement that i knew all about as a narrator but nothing about as a character. and then i was flying, weaving inbetween buildings and up and over and out into sky and that’s about as much as i recall about that.

today i really do have work to do, but the page was looking sort of lonely. read that last post, if you haven’t already. but, anyway i just realized today that i haven’t played “under my skin” since i played it for rabi or at the bar and i think i somehow got past it or something and that scares me, because that song was all about everything. have you been paying much attention to the new songs? they’re conspiring against me and my album and i think they might have kidnapped “relief” because i haven’t heard anything from it for a while. i think “splinter” is in charge of the whole conspiracy even though it doesn’t show up too much, because it’s very jealous about not getting on the album and it knows that gina really likes it and oh god now i’m talking about my songs like they’re people just like tori amos does but i always just explain that away with the fact that she did too many low-quality l.a. drugs in the 80’s but i’ve never even been to nebraska so i’m obviously just crazy to begin with.

the songs are sortof like people though. after you play something enough you begin to develop a relationship with it; some days you dress it up special and some days it barely rolls out of bed and some days it just doesn’t want to have it’s picture taken and it’s holding its hands up in front of its face and complaining. the scary thing is that the new songs are doing this now, as they’re written. that last one flaunted its independence right at me saying “you can’t end me unless i want to be ended, so keep on writing” and i did and it takes up way more pages in my little grey book than any of the other songs do but now that it made me write it all down it doesn’t really seem to want to be played, which confuses me to no end. i don’t think i really realized that all of my songs are relationship songs until gina pointed it, and now i seem to be able to write everything else but it’s like hitting a new note for the first time because i can’t tell if they’re strong or if they just seem very nice because i’ve never heard them before.

if you were wondering, this is just how my head is working lately. i wrote a 2300 word email last night without even really intending to. it’s like when i open up my head things just come pouring out until it’s empty again. but, anyway, this post is just a post for the sake of being here in this little box, so i again defer to the intelligence of the last post and wish you all have a nice day.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/06/3950354/