Thursday, November 29, 2012

November 27. 28. 29.

Instead of a Quote of the Day,
we're doing three days' worth of quotes in an 
amazing text below. 

I had put this aside to post 

or put on my wall a while back, 
stumbled upon it while looking through old emails, 
and am so glad it can now serve as my past few insanely busy days' worth of wisdom.

Shhhh. I'm reading. 



this girl is taking bets | thea gilmore
        

this girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain      
she’s a ghost of the city, she’s a body through the windscreen
this girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been
she’s the stains on the pages of a top shelf magazine
this girl is a black eye, she’s a bruise on your knee
she’s the ashes of the people that you really meant to be
this girl’s the resurrection, she’s the comeback,
she’s the absinthe and whiskey, she is
poetry and prozac

         this girl is taking bets

                              this girl’s a silhouette, can’t you see?
                              this girl is the flutter of fake lashes in the mirror
                              she’s a ragged edged fedora or a spanish souvenir
                              this girl is the clean cut, she’s the frozen ground
                              she’s a knife drawn down the side street when there’s no-one else around
                              this girl’s a forged ticket to a lloyd webber show
                               she’s the far end of the graveyard, up where the nettles grow
                               this girl is the rainbow in the dewy eyed stares
                                she’s the name tag on the toe of your long dead love affairs
                                                        this girl is taking bets
                                                                            this girl’s a silhouette, can’t you see?

                                                                            this girl is taking bets                                                                                    
                                                                                                this girl’s a silhouette, can’t you see?
this girl is the wild smile, the icy stare
she’s the crackle of the static, she’s the curses, she's the prayers
             this girl is the junkie in the children’s matinee  

she’s the four minute warning, she is hell to pay

this girl is the plunge pool, she is cocaine and kodak
now she’s out setting sail on the ocean of the soundtrack 
this girl is the shaking hand, the rattling cup
with a button and a note saying things are looking up


I LIKE THIS GIRL 

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