a brief musical interlude

I know I left you hanging, but that's me; such a cock tease. He thought I was. I never meant to be. For as much bravado and sophistication I tried to show I am actually very naive. (Everything I learned is from erotica. God know the hubby... oops! I spilled the beans. Yes, the hubby can't do such dirty things as perform cunnilingus.)

So, anyway I'm more in the mood for expunging my soul and indulging feelings right now rather than titillate my psyche.

Every good film has a soundtrack to it right? You need to have that to keep reading. Sometimes it's Adam from the Counting Crows crooning, but most of the time it's Bono. Bono gets me. When he sings, it's Him. Or me. Or we; we are one. (oh that's sooooo poetic Sabine!)

Ok, I'll stop being flippant and sarcastic now. Seriously, no one writes lyrics that see into my soul more than Bono does. The Song D'jour? The one that represents me at the moment? "The Original of the Species."

"Baby slow down
The end is not as fun as the start
Please stay a child somewhere in your heart

I'll give you everything you want
Except the thing that you want
You are the first one of your kind
And you feel like no-one before
You steal right under my door
And I kneel cos I want you some more
I want the lot of what you got
And I want nothing that you're not"

That's how I feel sometimes, (or used to, I've either grown past it or shoved it down deep I haven't figured it out yet) that I am the first one of my kind. And he wanted me. Where is that man who appreciated what I was?

He lives on here I guess. I'm gonna make you proud baby. I'm going to write words so beautiful angels cry. He lives on for real too, he's doing great things. I hope he's happy. I hope she makes him happy like I wanted to.