Saturday, March 26, 2005
 this is no way to live your life. not for me anyway, none of the sleeves on my trendy vintage tshirts could handle the weight of a heart as big as mine own.
they all have holes and paint and strange mystery stains all over them already. even the pink ones that say silly things like 'unrated version' or 'draft soldiers, not beer' on the front for everyone to see. conversation pieces in and of themselves, i tell ya.
i dont know about you, america, but if i saw a guy with a plain white tshirt with his heart hanging off the sleeve, my interest would be more than a bit piqued. especially if he only had three fingers and a stick for a leg. if nothing else, you could gossip about him at the party.
wow, he still has his?
hmm, his isnt as big as i thought.
dammit, hes wearing my shirt. dammit.
wait, why is he wearing red? doesnt he know who won last night and who didnt?
but back to the lecture at hand.
 the sleeve of a tshirt is no place for your most important of organs. there they are overexposed, to sad songs and basketball analysts alike. there they soak up pain and weigh heavy on your arms. there they run the risk of breaking under all that pressure. plus i hear that mass of bloody tissue doesnt take to kindly to rain sleet snow and the like.
the heart is the lonely child of pain and love. keep it in a safe place, deep down inside where the only people that can see it have an appointment and a suit and tie. take out that the police cd and chuck it out the window. actually, go find it and put in back in its case where it belongs.
someday a person will come along and you will meet that person and youll figure out in a hurry that by the third or fourth time they wont need an appointment any more. and when you bring it back out on your sleeve you wont have to worry about the silly emo kids screaming at your upper arm cuz there will be someone with a bigger one than yours to protect it. and finally all will be well in the land of pain and love.
hey, you know the expression about how anything good is worth waiting for. Sit tight.
posted by accident at 11:22:00 PM +
 
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