listen to nothing
2003-05-11 @ 10:35 p.m.
summary . breakfast at strange restaraunt with cheap hotel coffee . sunbathing under the boardwalk at john's pass . shunning video projects . walking along highways and bridges . singng and dancing to eighties songs . love nothing records .
trent reznor has wonderful taste in music . who'd have guessed .
and now back to sunday skool .
the cure . lullaby
on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! a movement in the corner of the room
and there is nothing i can do when i realize with fright
that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
don't struggle like that or i will only love you more
for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"
and i feel like i'm being eaten
by a thousand million shivering furry holes
and i know that in the morning
i will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry
