Novocaine for the Soul

Life is hard and so am I
You better give me something
So I dont die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out

Y'know how whenever you have a localized anesthetic , you prod the area to see if it is really not going to hurt?

Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling will you be here
Before I sputter out

You'll go in for dental work or whatever, and you'll press the tips of your fingers against your gumline, trying to determine whether the pain is gone, and all you discover is that you can't actually tell if you're pressing at all, except for the resistance in your fingertips.

Guess who's living here
With the great undead
This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head
Once again

I feel that way about my emotions right now. I did a good job shutting them down, and now some people have come along and are probably testing them, only I can't tell if I should be feeling anything or not, because I lost all the feedback along with all the vulnerability.

Life is good and I feel great . . .

What's funny, in a sick sort of way, is that I can't tell whether I like it or not.

Novovaine for the soul
You better give me something
To fill the hole
Before I sputter out

the Eels - Novocaine for the Soul

Saturday, August 26, 2006


The electronic space where we commune with one another in the quiet blackness of an empty evening seems hollow when no-one is home.

I'm sitting in a pool of light created by my monitor, the edges of my world defined by that one sheet of glass through which photons desperately stream, each one breaking for the border like a prison inmate crossing the last fence to freedom.

I've sent out messages, my own stream of messenger electrons zooming into the middle-distance of my screen, their "hello"s hanging viciously in the air, unrequited. The internet almost seems to echo, like a sepulcher.

And my pool of light seems to shrink a little as my messages float before my eyes, reminding me that loneliness can be found even here--in the center of the electronic heart we've created.

Sometimes the Internet is a GhostTown.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Of Course! Now it Makes Sense!

I need a Faye in my life. It's so obvious!

Any takers?



Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Hello There!

Remember me?

Yeah, I don't either.

And yet. . .it seems I'm back. Lots of listening, plenty of patience, and a little bit of love. Didn't I give up this role for one that was more fun?

Maybe this time things will be different.

Saturday, August 05, 2006