words and weapons

Lo Ling; "Last Nite" -The Strokes; 1:30am; rieber 523, desk; feeling: take it or leave it but more on the take it side


Hmmmmmm


words.


Words are such flirts, fruitful efforts, such fighters, and sometimes they're really bad failures.

I forget

exactly what it is that brings me to speak on the behalf of the words we speak--

except that i recall their vast power to stir a soul and make it want to believe it can do crazy things, with the simple toss of an idea or a lyric from a song, as if it were to be lolling off your very tongue, kind of like you meant it. like you meant it for me.

words are what you say whether or not thats what you're saying. and thats the danger of words. it's not as dangerous for you to say what you are saying, as it is for the person who is interpreting it.

what is it, some trick, or some truth --to present words in a clear and enticing way to lead the way, to open the door for someone who will take the opportunity to build a room from your door in which to step in. someone might. so you need to be careful-


gotta mean what ya say, eh? and you gotta say it the right way.

some words can get you exactly what you want. and some might get people thinking the way you want. and some might get people thinking all the wrong things. and you control it. whether you mean it or not it's just in the words you put out that reflect you. some words are pretty, pretty meaningful. some words are just pretty, and pretty empty. but who's to say the latter can't be shared. it would be just like a painting.


but even then all paintings carry some meaning, dont they?
i hope mine would.

such flirts,

fruitful efforts,

such fighters,

and sometimes they're really bad failures.





Here's to fruitful efforts.

Now excuse me while i enjoy The Strokes, "Someday".