09 November 2009

you win some you lose some you never get to some

Tonight my attempt at blogging is like my attempts at scripture study really late or really early- its pretty unfruitful and I'm falling asleep. Awake! So simply put, I had a weekend worth reliving hanging around Provo parts. I wish I could have seen dirty projectors and hear them sing songs like this one:

Two Doves
Geranium kisser
Skin like silk and face like glass
Don't confront me with my failures
Kiss me with your mouth open
For your love, better than wine
For your cologne is really fragrant
Call on me, call on me, call on me

Your hair is like an eagle
Your two eyes are like two doves
But our bed is like a failure
All day up in the family
At the waning of the light
To the chamber that conceived me
Call on me, call on me, call on me

Geranium killer
Throat of soil and mind like stone
Please don't defend a silver lining
Around the halo of what is already shining
When all the planets are aligning
For an afternoon that's never ending
Call on me, call on me, call on me

but I was in the right place this weekend in Provo at my house, at the grocery store, at Saratoga springs, avoiding trespassing fines, downing Theraflu, at the flea market, at Costa Vida, at Saver's with my weekend boyfriend, and my other boyfriends. and girlfriends.


Marie said...

Who was your weekend boyfriend this week?

Jessica said...

weston arntsen. he's hot, he's in a band. he lets me wear his jacket. members only.