So. I have quite a few webspaces now. I think I've used this one the most diligently. I still remember posting [my first entry]...

I also have [a xanga], but it's just not nearly as cool.

And then there's always [myspace].

Not to mention [my page of photos].

Maybe I'll get around to being introspective and interesting on here again someday soon.

Let's all hope.

Oceanographer's Choice

Well, a guy in a skeleton costume
comes up to the guy in the superman suit;
runs through him with a broadsword.
I click the television off,
bring all the bright lights up,
turn the radio up loud.
I don't know why I'm so persuaded
that if I think things through
long enough and hard enough
I'll somehow get to you.

Then you came in and you locked eyes.
You kicked the ashtray over as we came toward each other.
Stubbed my cigarette out against the westwall,
quickly lit another.

Look at that, would you look at that?
We're throwing off sparks.
What will I do when I don't have you
to hold onto in the dark?

Yes, everybody's going to need a witness.
Everybody's gonna need a little back up
in case the scene gets nasty.
You throw the attic window open
and I throw myself all around you.
And night comes to Tallahassee.
I don't know why it's gotten harder
to keep myself away...
I thought I'd finally beat the feeling, but
it all came back today.

Then we fell down and we locked arms.
We knocked the dresser over as we rolled across the floor.
I don't mean it when I tell you
that I don't love you anymore.

Look at that, would you look at that?
The way the ceiling starts to swerve...
What will I do when I don't have you,
when I finally get what I deserve?