“What A Catch, Donnie” Fall Out Boy
The Velveteen Rabbit
*Took this from my friend Arielle’s facebook
“‘Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You Become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.’”
— Margery Williams Bianco (The Velveteen Rabbit)
Maxwell “Bad Habits”
The last time anyone talked about you a man’s ass was in your face.
You’re mad that Mariah gave you the most color you’ve had on your pale ass in years—- blue balls!
“Clown” -Mariah Carey
I should’ve left it at, “how ya doin’ “
I should’ve left it at
“I like your music too”, and
I should’ve never called you back
When you pursued me
I should’ve never given you
My fucking two way
I should’ve never listened
To your woeful stories
The ones I’m sure you
Told a thousand times before me
You should’ve never intimated
We were lovers
When you know very well
We never even touched each other
Who’s gonna love you when
It all falls down, and
Who’s gonna love you when
Your bankroll runs out
Who’s gonna care when the novelty’s over
When the star of the
Show isn’t you anymore
Nobody cares when the tears of a clown
Fall down…
Nobody cares when the tears of a clown
Fall down
I gotta break it to ya delicately, dunny
Takin’ my g5 twenty minutes wasn’t nothin’
But I guess you wouldn’t know
That’s the way I roll
Consequently now your ego’s fully
Overblown
You don’t want the world to know
That you’re just a puppet show
And the little boy inside
Often sits at home alone
And cries, cries, cries, cries
(Boo hoo. Who?)
Who’s gonna love you
When it all falls down, and
Who’s gonna love you
When your bankroll runs out
(When your bankroll runs out)
Who’s gonna care when the novelty’s over
When the star of the
Show isn’t you anymore
Nobody (Nobody)
Your pain is so deep rooted
What will your life become
Sure you hide it
But you’re lost and lonesome
Still just a frail shook one
Who’s gonna love you
When it all falls down, and
(Tell me who’s gonna love you? Who? I’d like to know)
Who’s gonna love you when
Your bankroll runs out
(If you didn’t have nothing)
Who’s gonna care when the novelty’s over
(Who, who’d still be there)
When the star of the show isn’t you anymore
(Nobody, nobody, nobody, oh)
Nobody cares when the tears of a clown
(There ain’t nobody baby)
Fall down…
(Bullies in the schoolyard)
(When they fall they fall hard)
Nobody cares when the tears of a clown
(Yeah… so you)
Fall down
(Better think twice, better play nice)
(‘Cause who’s gonna be there)
Who’s gonna love you when it all falls down, and
(When the jokes on you)
Who’s gonna love you when your bankroll runs out
(A marionette show)
Who’s gonna care when the novelty’s over
(Who’s makin’ you move though)
When the star of the show isn’t you anymore
(I know what kills you slow)
Nobody cares when the tears of a clown
(I’m gonna keep your little)
Fall down
(Secret though, mmmm, hmmmm)
(And you know that I know)
Nobody cares when the tears of a clown
(You’re no superhero)
Fall down…
(I guess your mamma never told you that what goes around comes around. Pow)
Jennifer Aniston revisits the set of “Friends” with Ellen.
Nostalgic for Disaster
*I wrote this in 07..freshmen year of college about a high school event*
“One day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster.”
Fall Out Boy, “Hum Hallelujah”
Prom. Somehow when spoken aloud those four letters unite to conjure thoughts of the fun and revelry of youth; of gentle kisses and slow songs; of a night forever immortalized in every teenagers mind, for better or worse. Junior year of high school my prom arrived not in the form of a dimly lit room full of my well-dressed peers, but as an intimate occasion memories keep alive within. I failed to find a date to my schools formal affair; honestly the girl I asked put me on a waiting list. “If C.J. doesn’t ask me,” she blurted, as I struggled with my nerves down the main staircase. Fortunately her dismal postponed my awkward tuxedo fitting for a year. Instead of attending prom my former best friend and I vowed to spend the day together.
Jade treated relocating with casual indifference. Though no traces of a British accent lingered she hailed from Britain, next moving to a few states that allude my memory, then snowy Colorado, and finally Virginia the second-half of my sophomore. Her various school changes equipped her with confidence; she sauntered into my Biology class devoid of a new students evident self-consciousness. Caramel filled her orb-like eyes; her skin was a slightly lighter color, and her hair a shade darker. I introduced myself when class ended and our friendship began. Between sophomore and junior year Jade became a more prominent fixture in my life. We did not limit our fun to weekends; claiming to study on school nights perfectly disguised our true intentions. She had a personality like a golden autumn day, a fresh and invigorating breeze. Her company truly made feel alive for the first time in my life. Our days together were enchanted, and we lived everyday as though intoxicated off of the fountain of youth. Before her I felt like an onyx speck in an iridescent world; together Jade and I were the world.
The day of prom dawned in fairytale perfection. I recall feeling solemn that I was not going to join my other friends at the celebration. All traces of solemness ceased to exist by nights end. We ploughed through Starbucks, Potomac Mills, Springfield Mall, and Pentagon City, then settled down for lunch. Outlasting the sunlight was our trademark, and as the sky darkened we made our final stop.
Georgetown has vintage charm like worn Converse sneakers. As we rolled down the street in Jade’s car the red-bricked sidewalks moved forward in a comfortable greeting. Eateries lined the streets, some taller than the others like books unevenly stacked on a shelf. Before long Jade found a parking space and we stepped out into the night. Together we walked down a deserted sidewalk in perfect rhythm with one another toward the boardwalk. The water looked smooth and thick like black honey. We caught sight of a cruise ship that toured the waters. One of us made the suggestion to board it, but Jade halted our progress by requesting a picture. Not too far off an older couple was sprawled out on the boardwalk, lying on their sides like Roman royalty, clearly under the seduction of the sultry night. They were laying in front of the perfect backdrop for our picture. Quickly, Jade and I padded past the lounging couple and tried to take a picture of the two of us ourselves. Finally, most likely sensing we were not succeeding, the came to our aid.
“Need some help?” he asked.
One of us accepted his assistance, and I held out my disposable camera, then Jade’s bulky one that produced great black and white photos. She drew in close to me.
“You’re not the first couple I’ve taken pictures for tonight,” the man said, as he snapped two quick pictures, and his date smiled behind him as if he were the worlds grandest photographer.
We thanked him and left, headed for the booth to buy tickets for the cruise. After paying for our tickets we found an inviting pizzeria to dine in. As we ate we unabashedly talked about our dreams; that night dreams were not insubstantial fantasies, they were tangible possibilities. After dinner we boarded the boat and found seats below deck. Jade and I rarely sat in silence, but the beauty of the night spoke to us as we set sail. The darkness exhaled glittering lights on the waters surface and I inhaled a fantasy of embracing Jade. Our conversation in the pizzeria, and the silent boat ride, exposed my true feelings for my best friend; I sincerely cared for her, yet understood the situations complexity. Eventually my feelings led to the disastrous end of our friendship. Despite our disastrous falling out, the hint of a mesmerizing, golden night eternally reminds me that the hearts happiest moments are mortal only if you let them die.
