the problem with reality is the lack of background music.



opening credits:
"alison" elvis costello.

waking up:
"beautiful" carole king, "happy day" ryan toby.

average day:
"what i got" sublime, "kiss me" sixpence none the richer (acoustic version only... shut up.), "what a girl wants" christina aguilera", "something to talk about" bonnie raitt.

falling in love:
"hello sunshine" super furry animals, "falling is like this" ani difranco.

first date:
"sock hop" all time quarterback, "what's going on" g love &the special sauce.

love scene:
"rapture" pedro the lion, "summertime" the fire theft, "communist daughter" neutral milk hotel, "penning the penultimate" the velvet teen.

morning-after:
"sunday morning" maroon 5.

emotional scene with friend:
"there's no 'i' in team" taking back sunday.

breaking up:
"lover, you should've come over" jeff buckley, "consequence" the notwist.

getting back together:
"she" elvis costello.

walking down the aisle:
just the chords of jeff buckley's "hallelujah".

life's okay:
"los angeles, i'm yours" the decemberists, "we will become silhouettes" the postal service, "santeria" sublime, "swing swing" all-american rejects (shove it.).

mental breakdown:
"mercury rising" from autumn to ashes, "iris" the goo goo dolls, "black and blue" counting crows, "okay i believe you but my tommy gun don't" brand new.

driving:
"my favourite chords" the weakerthans, "we laugh indoors" death cab for cutie, "claire" morphine, "can't fight this feeling" reo speedwagon (shut up.).

learning a lesson:
"gold days" sparklehorse.

evening bath:
"all about our love" sade.

flashback:
"left and leaving" the weakerthans. "the scientist" coldplay, "tiny vessels" death cab for cutie, "ghost man on third" taking back sunday, "cinnamon" the long winters, "falling in love" lisa loeb.

partying:
"44 caliber love letter" alexisonfire, "only you" portishead, "badfish" sublime, "call me" blondie, "i'm waiting for the man" the velvet underground.

drunkenness:
"lilac wine" jeff buckley, "snake face" the throwing muses, "centrefolds" placebo.

after-party:
"lover's spit" broken social scene, "soco amaretto lime" brand new.

happy dance:
"blister in the sun" violent femmes.

regretting:
"wake up" sahara hotnights, "paperbag" fiona apple, "we looked like giants" death cab for cutie.

long night alone:
"don't let me be lonely tonight" james taylor, "take everything" mazzy star, "apricot tea" the robot ate me.

death scene:
"naked as we came" iron and wine.

closing credits:
"alison" elvis costello.

we came out together in puffs and darkness and hips.
good intentions rang true 'fore the morning was over and amidst roll-overs and walnuts
i decided
maybe it was a good thing that could bind-- hold us to when shoulder blade would inevitably meet shoulder blade on the A.M. kitchen tiles, and the sun came up from in between teeth in winning smiles.

because i'm slightly sixteen and very much a girl and these points- they must be accounted for.
the trial will go on
through the present and the following days in lieu of scary testimonies and pointed-finger yelps of
'the windows were fogged!'

i'll sit in a pew somewhere this afternoon, feeling sick to my stomach, reconstructing yr profile when
i let you steer
and conjuring up the taste of
content in the back of
my throat, penning odes to the beats that refused to
stay the nite. a silent
speakeasy and
facial piece of negligee- oh how veiled by quaking blankets we all are! how much i'd like to rip them off and stand outside where the cold will sober us and match hand with heartbeat and lips with neck,
sing out of this hermetical want for
you to even try to let the covert eventide seep into our days.
because they can't know
what tongues can convey when the windows are fogged.

Ooohhh! But first I reallyreally feel the need to express my undying love for Conan- the funniest man ever.

Right. So. Have no idea as to whether or not I'm doing this correctly. Alas, Diaryland is dead and Livejournal over-stimulates my upchuck reflex with it's over abundance of bullshit, so I have taken Keith's suggestion to hit this place on up.
Will probably just use this non-El Jay thang as a publishing point for my pseudo-poetic poetry, so expect nothing more/less.
I guess I'll start putting older stuff up, just to get me started.
Hm.



a poem is a petition,
a petition is a poem.