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Sue

I read the news today. Oh, boy.

About Me

thoughts on bukowski
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
...
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

these hands are so heavy.
they crumble under the weight of a cigarette,
of three small pills, a book of matches.
the wolves have taken my voice away
and my fingers bear the burden of silent speech.
what end will we make of the hours of the evening.
tell me of comfort to be found in the ticking of a clock,
the sharp spill of of broken glass.
sing me to sleep in the sunburnt earth.
write for me the story I search for in the white ceiling.
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tramps like us...
"once you're a mental patient, you're always a mental patient." Mr Williams, November 2004, MMHI 4-west.
what it's like to be me-
we live like this, she and i: fun with fibromyalgia

My Interests


observational physics. string theory. newton's laws of motion. slings and arrows.making faith watch buffy with me. being on fuckloads of meds. recovering from depression. the right to death. analgesia. spankings. solo sex. supercult. graveyards. whiskey. pain. handcuffs. strip d&d. magic. the future. hope. comic book nerds. the cure for fibromyalgia. boys with glasses. true love . spankings. high-fat dairy products. my astrophysicist.

I'd like to meet:


Music:


Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
Im tired and i
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Dont try to wake me in the morning
cause I will be gone
Dont feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I dont want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I dont want to wake up
On my own anymore

Dont feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be

I woke up alarmed
I didn't know where I was at first
Just that I woke up in your arms
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions, and
What ever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who tries to win you over, and
What ever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it, and
I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

You got up out of bed
You said you had a lot of work to do
But I heard the rest in your head
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions, and
I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit
Like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend another year alone

It's fuck and run
Fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run
Fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

You almost felt bad
You said that I should call you up but
I knew much better than that
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions
And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend my whole life alone

It's fuck and run
Fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run
Fuck and run
Even when I was twelve
p.

she was golden with barlight and beer.
she slept like she'd never been scared.
and then last night
she said words alone never could save us.
and then last night
she cried when she told us about jesus.
holly's inconsolable
unhinged and uncontrollable.
because we can't get as high as we got
on that first night.

boys and girls in america.
don't bother talking to the guys
with the hot soft eyes.
they're already taken.
dont even speak
to all those sequencer and beats boys.
when they kiss they spit white noise.
white noise.

Stay by me, stay by me
You are the one, my only true love
The butcher bird makes its noise
And asks you to agree
With its brutal nesting habits
And its pointless savagery
Now, the nightingale sings to you
And raises up the ante
I put one hand on your round ripe heart
And the other down your panties
Everything is falling, dear
Everything is wrong
It's just history repeating itself
And babe, you turn me on
Like a light bulb
Like a song
You race naked through the wilderness
You torment the birds and the bees
You leapt into the abyss, but find
It only goes up to your knees
I move stealthily from tree to tree
I shadow you for hours
I make like I'm a little deer
Grazing on the flowers
Everything is collapsing, dear
All moral sense has gone
It's just history repeating itself
And babe, you turn me on
Like an idea
Like an Atom bomb
We stand awed inside a clearing
We do not make a sound
The crimson snow falls all about
Carpeting the ground
Everything is falling, dear
All rhyme and reason gone
It's just history repeating itself
And, babe, you turn me on

Like an idea
Like an Atom bomb

If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
and drink a toast to never

Oh, someday I know
someone will look into my eyes
And say hello
you're my very special one


But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayed
oh, but people look well in the dark

And if you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

Cause if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives

These arms of mine
They are lonely
Lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning
Yearning from wanting you
And if you would let them hold you
Oh how grateful I will be
These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you
And if you would let them hold you
Oh how grateful I will be

Come on, come on, baby...
Just be my lover, oh
I need me somebody
Somebody to treat me right
I need your arms, loving arms
To hold me tight
And I need, I need your
I need your tender lips...

And you're my favourite thing
tell it everywhere I go
I don't know what to do

This heart's on fire
This heart's on fire
This heart's on fire
This heart's on fire

Sometimes they rock and roll
I'd rather stay at home in real life
This heart's on fire
This heart's on fire
This heart's on fire
This heart's on fire
It's getting better all the time
It's getting better all the time
It's getting better all the time
It's getting better all the time

And if the snow buries my,
my neighborhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.


You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn...

let's play show-and-tell
til there's no secrets left
and be on our way like we never met

some guys just give up livin
and start dyin little by little
piece by piece
some guys come home from work and wash up
and go racin in the streets

If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them
You provide the birdbath
I provide the skin
And bathing in the moonlight
I'm to tremble like a kitten

If blue eyed babes
Raised as hitler's little brides and sons
They got angelic tendencies
Like some boys tend to act like queens
Oh if every angel's terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep
You love to hear her sing
And wear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And the child's been miscarried

Oh every angel's terrible
Said freud and rilke all the same
Rimbaud never paid them no mind
But jimmi morrison had his elevators
His elevators
He had his elevator angels

If every angel's terrible
Why do you hide inside her
Like a child in a skirt
The supermarket's loud and bright
And boy don't she feel warm tonight
Boy don't she feel warm tonight
Boy don't she feel warm tonight
She sounded like an angel when she cried

Movies:

ghost dog. dead man. mean girls. tristan taormino's ultimate guide to anal sex for women. the neverending story. hedwig and the angry inch. anything involving unicorns, spaceships, dragons, wizards, or spankings. secretary.

Television:

buffy the vampire slayer. the daily show. the colbert report. heroes. 106 & Park.

Books:

sex with the lights on ducky doolittle
and the ass saw the angel nick cave
****tiny giants nate powell ****
the dark tower series stephen king cien años de soledad gabriel garcia marquez
the amazing adventures of kavalier and clay michael chabon
a true story based on lies jennifer clement
the corrections jonathan franzen
strong motion jonathan franzen
****the time traveler's wife audrey niffenegger ****
the last samurai helen dewitt
infinite jest david foster wallace
fortress of solitude jonathem lethem
white noise don delillo
the sun also rises ernest, man, ernest fucking hemingway
heartbreaking work of staggering genius dave eggers
light can be both wave and particle ellen gilchrist
i cannot get you close enough ellen gilchrist
the feast of love charles baxter
the hours michael cunningham
the once and future king t h white
the onion girl charles delint
someone comes to town, someone leaves town cory doctorow

Heroes:


Baghdad Burning: girl blog from Iraq
William T Vollmann

rosemary cook: my grandma

Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
bob flanagan, supermasochist.

thich nhat hahn

My Blog

looking up

life is getting so good. my boss and I found an amazing space that is a storefront with a rear apartment. i'm moving in and we are going to split the rent. i will be so happy to live in a nice apartme...
Posted by Sue on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 07:14:00 PST

not sure about any of this

Driving away from the wreck of the day And the light's always red in the rear-view Desperately close to a coffin of hope I'd cheat destiny just to be near you If this is giving up, then I'm giving up...
Posted by Sue on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 08:53:00 PST

letters and sodas

i adore you.many comments on the collar.i like the feeling of it around my neck. it's a good weight.i wanted you to keep the key so you know i am serious about being yours.did you ever listen to the c...
Posted by Sue on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:43:00 PST

Poem for Monday, April 16, 2007

from "Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind" by Carl Sandburg The feet of the ratsscribble on the doorsills;the hieroglyphs of the rat footprintschatter the pedigrees of the ratsand babble of t...
Posted by Sue on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 08:25:00 PST

the truth about moving away

i've been here since november of 2005. which is a year and a half.and there are nights i watch lucero and brad bailey and cory branan on youtube and just give in to being homesick as hell.
Posted by Sue on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 06:24:00 PST

perchance to dream

"every living creature on this earth dies alone."goodbye, aunt Myrtice.
Posted by Sue on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 06:57:00 PST

just because the sky turned from grey into blue

today I hired three refugees from Africa. Last night I wikied their countries- Congo-Kinshasa, Liberia, Togo. They were all lovely girls wearing clothing suitable for a secretary or law office intervi...
Posted by Sue on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:54:00 PST

fun with broken glass

too late for stitches, so they put me in a cast. i severed a nerve, so my thumb and two first fingers feel like they are asleep; really sharp pins and needles. good times....
Posted by Sue on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 05:17:00 PST

that's all; I dont think of you that often

I can't go into the meaning of the dreamexcept to say a sense of total Lossafflicted me therof:an absolute disappearance of continuity & loveand children away at school, the weight of the cross,and ev...
Posted by Sue on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 07:07:00 PST

everything in its right place

New job is just plain EXCITING. my boss is awesome, I have taken over her office and she is so relieved to be able to take care of her kids and do the marketing and let me handle the scheduling and th...
Posted by Sue on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 06:50:00 PST