I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking - a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.
I Should Tell You
I should tell you
I’m not good with trust
I wish I could speak, it’s just -
-it’s dumb, I guess - it’s fear.
I’m scared, maybe, you won’t hear
And I’ll have to speak louder and then
What if I was wrong about everything?
And there’s nowhere to hide once you scream
And you can’t do a thing to change what you mean
Wish to talk, I wish to reach out
I wish to just stop short and shout
I wish that fear did not exist
I wish something could come of a wish
I wish I could help you help me
I wish there’s a way you could see
But I should tell you…
MAY THE BEST JOE WIN.
Aka Go Little JoeJoe.
Meg, this was inspired by your McCarthyism “Artists” thing.
No, Guys, Seriously
Follow my new story blog. It’s written in the POV of a fictional character named Rita. http://www.letsbeeverything.tumblr.com.
This is me, singing and such… The first song is by Gaga (Blueberry Kisses), and the second one is an original. Hope you like.
Bebe Neuwirth as Velma Kelly.
Roxanne, you don’t have to put on the red light.
