Autumn's metaphysical burlesque

This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
I've got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
come and get me out of here

This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .

These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
come and get them out of here

This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
come and get me out of here

Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them run so scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they can't see me thru my window shades
Just like I'm not even there

This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
There's something dangerous I like

This is my private life
I know my problems aren't your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way

This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here


--"Private Life" by Oingo Boingo

Here and gone, here and gone. I engage a lot for a bit and go away again for a while. If you really need to find me, I'm more commonly found on Twitter and FB, but LJ is where my heart is.


photo on 5/24/07 by metaphorge

favorite yahoo messenger status messages & neat phrases:
metaphysical placebo
infectious protein chain
this is my private life, come get me out of here
Alive in Wonderland
perilous thought magnet
Apocalypso!
humble as pie... really arrogant pie
Memes become themes become meta-memes become norms.

stuff I've removed from my interest list to make way for new interests: art, cats, fire dancing, chaos magic, infp, lime green, lesbians, royal purple, safety orange, tea. more as i get more interested.

My favorite films are: My Dinner with Andre, A Chef in Love, Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Me and You and Everyone We Know, Life is Beautiful. My favorite book is Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Other favorite authors include Milan Kundera, Salman Rushdie, Tom Robbins, Rob Breszny, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

This post says a lot about how I live my life.

"I used to wait for a sign, she said, before I did anything. Then one night I had a dream and an angel in black tights came to me and said, you can start any time now, and then I asked is this a sign? and the angel started laughing and I woke up. Now, I think the whole world is filled with signs, but if there's no laughter, I know they're not for me." --Brian Andreas, Waiting For Signs

i like it when people add me as friends, it makes me feel like the world is listening when i talk, even if no one actually reads this. i don't write for an audience, but i do write because there's an audience, and if there wasn't one i wouldn't write. i never was very good at talking to myself.

i don't read everyone i have friended on a regular basis. i can't. i did for a long time, and it was cool but my entire life was livejournal. these days... well, I don't know. if you want me to see something specific that i haven't commented on, let me know because i may have missed it. this doesn't mean i don't like you.

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The Great Livejournal Userinfo Purge: after a while, old selves constrict. I had this long entry here telling all about myself, what I'm good at and what I like and who I love and a bunch of adjectives relevant to my Identity. I wrote it in 2002 or so, and while I updated it to reflect new loves and a few changes... it mostly stayed the same. And to be fair, it's not like most of it is suddenly irrelevant or anything. I'm still mostly that person. ...But the words somehow started to feel trite after I read them too many times, they chafed in the spots that had changed in difficult-to-define ways, they got baggy in other places where I have pulled inwards or sideways. So now I'm clearing most of it away. I kept it, locked in a private post, in case I want to look at it again. But for now, you'll have to figure me out on your own.

I will mention, though, that I am madly in love with metaphorge.