November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
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Monday, April 17, 2006
4/17/06
Buy our house dammit…..
Wedding planning… tying up little knots before tying the big knot.
Bob Dylan
Wedding Song
I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love,I love you more than money and more than the stars above,Love you more than madness, more than waves upon the sea,Love you more than life itself, you mean that much to me.Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete,I've said goodbye to haunted rooms and faces in the street,To the courtyard of the jester which is hidden from the sun,I love you more than ever and I haven't yet begun.You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give,Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from the hole,Quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.You gave me babies one, two, three, what is more, you saved my life,Eye for eye and tooth for tooth, your love cuts like a knife,My thoughts of you don't ever rest, they'd kill me if I lie,I'd sacrifice the world for you and watch my senses die.The tune that is yours and mine to play upon this earth,We'll play it out the best we know, whatever it is worth,What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood,But happiness to me is you and I love you more than blood.It's never been my duty to remake the world at large,Nor is it my intention to sound a battle charge,'Cause I love you more than all of that with a love that doesn't bend,And if there is eternity I'd love you there again.Oh, can't you see that you were born to stand by my sideAnd I was born to be with you, you were born to be my bride,You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing pieceAnd I love you more than ever with that love that doesn't cease.You turn the tide on me each day and teach my eyes to see,Just bein' next to you is a natural thing for meAnd I could never let you go, no matter what goes on,'Cause I love you more than ever now that the past is gone.
Pulse
Ani Difranco
(Little Plastic Castle)
you crawled into my bedlike some sort of giant insectand I found myself spellboundthat night at the sight of you therebeautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuffbluffing your way into my mouthbehind my teeth, reaching for my scarsthat night we got kicked out of two barsand laughed our way homethat night you leaned overand threw up into your hairand I held you there thinkingI would offer you my pulseif I thought it would be usefulI would give you my breathexceptthe problem with death is that you havesome hundred years and then they canbuild building on your only bones100 years and then your grave is not your ownwe lie in out beds, and our gravesunable to save ourselves fromthe quaint tragedies we inventand then undo from the stupid circumstanceswe slomen throughand I realized that night that the hall lightwhich seemed so bright when you turned it on is nothingcompared to the dawnwhich is nothing, compared to the lightwhich seeps from me while you're sleeping beautifuland grotesque resting caconed in my roomthat night we got kicked out of two barsand laughed our way homeand I held you there thinkingI would offer you my pulseI would give you my breathI would offer you my pulse
7:11 PM
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