Art Class

This is a post I have long wanted to write, but I wasn't ready to give up the kind of personal details that lie herein. Over time, I've gotten much looser with such details, but this one is going to give a lot of people some super huge clues. Now let's see if I can make it through without crying.

All My Friends

The ones who love us best
Are the ones we'll lay to rest
Visit their graves on holidays at best

The ones who love us least
Are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation I don't pretend to understand

Once again, I go back to the lyrical well of Paul Westerberg and the Replacements. So much wisdom there. I've been thinking a lot about these lyrics lately. What I've been reflecting on is the last five years of my life, where it has gotten me, and what it has cost me.

Shake it Out

To anyone who thinks I am being cute with the title of this post, I'm not. Yes I have P, I get it. This is as serious as a heart attack.

Wolf Like Me

Hey hey my playmate
Won't you lay hands on me
Mirror my malady
Transfer my tragedy

I was talking the other night with a friend who didn't know that I have P. After chatting a while, I disclosed this to zir and mentioned that I blog here. Ze responded, and I quote "wait what really holy shit!" Ze actually knew and read the blog but apparently didn't know it was me. Anyway, ze was excited because ze had been wanting to put me (or Parklifensci that is) in touch with someone I have more than one thing in common with. This was a funny coincidence because I was already mentally composing this post about connecting with other parks.

Kick

I look around unsatisfied

At what they're giving me

Then I think to myself

Is there someone else

Who feels the same as me?

Do you feel the same baby?

For the entire summer of 1987, my friends and I were obsessed with INXS' monumentally popular album Kick.

We listened to it a lot.

One Too Many Blows to the Head

Your job is to defuse a bomb. If it goes off, it would splatter the walls with the entrails of your career. Oh and incidentally, walking away from the bomb would do the same. This post is about remaining cool and steady-handed while dealing with the bomb. 

Also, you have P.