23/24 - without you i cry / with or without you (gina)
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gina
Ahh, just when i thought i was ready to pass out i put on “Gone” and it all got better. It’s so cool when you hear Gina & I smile while we’re singing. rabi claims to be able to exactly picture the looks on my face when she hears a recording of me, and while i’m skeptical i think it’s entirely possible… she saw me do “punk” and “under my skin” in person, and they’re surely my two most expressive songs. So, who knows. Honestly, i don’t even know what the hell face i’m making when i sing, but usually it doesn’t make me look any more attractive than i am when my mouth is firmly shut.
“Splinter” and “Hold On Me” are like fraternal twins born with a deathgrip around each other’s umbilical chords… one can never be well-liked and popular while the other one is doing the same. So, “Hold On Me” came out to shine while i was recording my demo, but shortly afterwards it was usurped by “Splinter” because it was Gina’s favourite. But two weeks ago “Hold On Me” came back with blistering heat an emotion, displacing it’s twin again. Will they ever be able to share space on a demo? At least with one as the flipside to the other they don’t have to look at each other…
Gina just came downstairs to make sure i was still alive and brought me coffee. Somehow, someway, i have stayed caffeine free up to this point except for trace amounts found in my Nestea. Now, Gina claims that the coffee is something cheap and powdery and won’t count as cheating, but i’m very impressed with my ability to stay up a full 24-hours (which it has been for me at this point), so i don’t want to start using crutches now, you know? But, anyhow, it’s in this lovely tall green mug. I have a mug fetish… anything vaguely mug-shaped melts money right out of my wallet … sometimes bowls with handles even qualify. That reminds me, i’m supposed to buy a Blogger mug because Ev fixed the terrifying archive problem that Tom and i had been having. But, anyhow, we both worked in a coffee shop for well over a year and she tells me that it’s not even as caffeinated as half a shot of espresso. However, i desperately don’t want to cheat. However, she was nice enough to get up at 10:30am on a Sunday to make me coffee and listen to my frantic raving about Jerwin trying to seduce me out of my pants and how Rabi’s collages are getting more and more like surreal windows into some other place than cut up magazines. So, i’m thinking i should just drink the coffee. I dunno. Maybe we need a view poll or something.
We pasted stars on the ceiling and planets where we want so we could feel finally in control. We painted a rocketship straight for the sun; the people inside seemed calm. I don’t think that they knew what was going on. I dreamed i saw the end of the world – it wasn’t as bad as i thought it’d be. As everyone shook and layed down their swords, finally, everyone was free. It seems the closer we get to the end the more our enemies look like friends, and sometimes i look too forward to that and forget where i’m at. Yeah, i’m talking about the real end, when the world’s aflame and there’s no one left to blame. I am looking forward to the real end when you’ll lay it down, lay down.