Death is in my coffee,
and it tastes of a bittersweet desire.
The aroma of chaos infiltrates my solemn corner
enveloped by shadows of the morn.
Death has always been kind,
although not always voluntarily there
when needed most,
at hours when temptations arise
and the heart grows weary,
longing to feel poisonous fingers
brushing the hair from my cheek,
wipe the tear from my weak heart.
You told me not to go,
so I didn’t.
I asked you not to go,
but you did.
There is something wrong with this picture,
but I can’t tell because it still
hasn’t fully developed yet.
Let us romp with the ghouls in gleeful delight,
wander among the tombstones,
galavant with the ghouls who beckon and inquire,
“Won’t you stay awhile?”
Let us go there, you and I,
where nailess fingers grope for our souls,
where fallen markers forget their deceased–
for we soon will join them, you must know.
My dear friends, have a song which currently represents my mood. I am utterly and undeniably blissful.
Nature loves to dance and sing,
and dwell among the pretty things,
to drink and dine with the fair king
of all her rolling swells.
His tender blades caress her cheek,
she turns her heart towards him to sing
and through the steady night they’ll cling
among the weeping bells.
The moon lays yonder amidst the tide,
the cobalt waves crash at her side;
she awaits her lover, the luminous sun,
whose flames betook her heart.
At world’s end is where they’ll meet,
each turn and kiss the other’s cheek,
and chat awhile before they’ll sleep—
their time is far too short.
The compassionate love of nature’s bliss
is often looked far over—amiss—
but where jaded minds clash with fists,
nature’s peace shall reign.
The moon and sun, the stars and sky
will upturn their matron eyes
and guide each lonely passerby
who is loveless and in pain.
Rufus Griswold, that jerk-hole I mentioned a few posts back, is beginning to grow on me, which if you know me well is completely bizarre. I used to completely detest the man; we’re talking Elphaba and Glinda in “Wicked”-level loathing. Any who. Through my dear friend (whose Twitter you can find here) he found a letter Grizzle wrote to another gentleman after his wife, Caroline, had passed away, which discusses her death. It is absolutely heartbreaking and I felt deeply compelled to share. Never have I been so moved to tears by a letter–never have I been moved by any letter, really. Anyway, here you go, I’ve posted a link to it below.
Quoting Mean Girls isn’t just a sport. It’s a national pastime. Mean Girls is how we make sense of the world, giving the chaos of the universe a recognizable template by which to understand it. More than any writer of her age (and I’m serious), Tina Fey has changed the ways that young people speak and interact with each other, introducing lovely new phrases into the vernacular like “fetch” and “that’s not a thing.” If I had to go an entire day without using a Fey-ism, I don’t know if I could do it. Tina Fey gives me life. She is my reason for being.
With that in mind, I compiled a list of my most-used Mean Girls quotes, in no particular order. This list is in no way an objective compilation, and you may find that your favorite quips vastly differ from mine. That’s one of the…
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“All the love that we had,
And the love that we hide,
Who will bury us
When we die?” –Pet Shop Boys, “Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money)”
I have been obsessed with Pet Shop Boys’ song “Opportunities,” and feel so deeply moved, as well as unsettled, by the tacked on and estranged bit shown above. Look up the lyrics, and you won’t find the words mentioned anywhere. I had happened to come across the words when watching one of the two versions of the Boys’ music video of the song. The music video, already bizarre enough, ends with the inappropriate phrase and the main singer disappearing in his suit, finally phasing into nothingness. Eerie, right? No kidding. I still get shivers when I see that bit and have to close out of my browser before it’s past the point of no return and I end up watching it.
The music video, to my knowledge, has received quite a bout of criticism and was taken off of YouTube–something of that nature–leaving the alternate, nicer, albeit trippy music video for viewers.
I am thankful I was able to view the more..explicit(?) version, however. Not only has that given me nightmares, which rarely happens for me, but…well, it has given me nightmares, which rarely happens for me. I have not been so unsettled by something in a long while and am grateful for the video, as it has proven to me I am actually still human and am capable of being frightened. When you read Poe and watch and read other scary things day-in and day-out, you become so used to it all and begin to question whether things truly aren’t frightening, or if your mind and heart have been so tricked that you grow accustomed, and essentially numb, to such things. I digress.
I recommend checking out the music video. I will provide a link below. I also recommend taking a look at the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark story, “The Suit,” (I believe? Please do not quote me on that, I am too afraid of the artwork in those books to actually find the correct story) which features a photo I am reminded of each time I watch the video. Enjoy both, and may your nightmares be filled with suits. After all, as Barney Stinson sang in How I Met Your Mother, “Nothing suits me like a suit!” Thanks, Barney. May your chipper attitude heal our souls after experiencing these nightmarish things.
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