"I love you".
Text message received sometime after midnight, last night.
"There you are, you little weasel."
My quiet (or did I speak it out loud, I don't remember, and often talk to myself) thought on seeing its sender before the message.
Somehow, in the fractions of seconds it takes between seeing the sender's name, and flipping open the phone to see the message, I realized it didn't really matter, not so critically, what the message said. That is, the most critical one had already been received, read in the ringtone and the name on the screen: "I still exist."
The rest is icing.
The rest can wait.
Sun, Feb. 1st, 2009, 12:00 pm
Cake & Icing
Mon, Feb. 9th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
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hermit9
Going back a bit - or rather down the page a bit, that jeff buckley song.. what IS it with that song? I usually slink away from anything that even has the slightest dusting of religiosity, but I sing the hallelujas at the top of my lungs every time I hear that. Course it's got a lot of um... imagery, creative and...bodily imagery for a hymn. And why is mixing those two things so sexy?
Tue, Feb. 10th, 2009 07:40 am (UTC)
littlegirllover
For me, regardless its inspirations and origins, beyond some sort of analogical parallel, the song has nothing to do with religion and everything to do with sex - then again, maybe from a purist's (rather than a sectarian's) viewpoint, those are the same.