Isn’t it strange
We’re ALL
Howling
Wooh-Wooh-ing!
At bricks and screens and lighted things
Louder!
More, more!
Please!
**** these cookies are good, my teeth are sticky, you have food at home, thanks to the sweet elderly woman named Heidi]
God I wish I was less and more than I am
But I know I couldn’t be everyone else
Even though Id like to be
So I clap, clap along
[I havent scraped at stars in so long]
So I text my Pacific friends the good news
**** I want to howl again
[The bar-back steps into the trash to crush it, we’re all swirling our glasses to Benito, this is the most beautiful People in America]
And congratulations!
That made my heart happy just a little bit
So just keep looking! [For what?]
And the bartender keeps telling me how sad I look
Well that’s just my face these days, I spit
[Yes and no, but I should take myself home]
So I wink and in a blink I take myself home
Where the hell was I going?
And really, why am I here?
I didnt wish for any of this over candles
[I blew it, literally]
Then I step over a hole in the sidwealk that looks to be the size of me
Then there are all these strawberries smeared across the street
Then I don’t really know how to fit into my footsteps anymore
**** knows im sick of running from behind]
But they keep yanking me in the usual directions
I’m far away, but close as I’ve ever been
Even though all last year I havent seen what’s in front of me
But I think the night always wants it this way
And whatever is left inside of me is now beyond reach
And it exists nowhere and Im sending it off to be some weird ugly terrible no good what the hell were you thinking sorta thing
But Im back here just for a flash
Syllables and sounds belonging to you and belonging to me
[Id be rich if I could only buy the place on Commerce street]
Now I’m just clomping around, my toes kicking through and smooshing ***** snow around, digging up and burying down all the sounds i used to listen for
My little self-mythology, I used to dream of words like these
[Can’t you hear them, from ear to ear?]
Maybe we don’t get what we want
Maybe we don’t get what we need
Maybe we get what we get
Maybe that’s the end of it
Maybe this is who I am for a while
Maybe that’s alright with you but its not alright with me
Wanting what we don’t have is the most human thing!
[I can’t be the only one who always feels like this]
But it’s everything, everything
Again, again
So I keep taking myself home
And I shake myself down in the shower,
screaming and swaying to Geese
Washing that scent all over me
Keeping the last of it under my nails
And I thought I was pretty good at knowing
when things are going to end
But my mirror tells me that I only see that which I do not know
[But man, Ive got great hair]
And now its the morning and the first thought I think is that I hope I get those 15 good minutes today, please, please, please
[Yesterday didn’t feel real]
And how old do you have to be just to feel a little like a kid again?
Maybe odd years are better for it
But I havent been this scared since 27
And I know who I wont hear from today
But please, please
Let me come out of this looking stranger on some other side
Of nothing resembling something
[I am airless now, water doesnt even want me]
Let me howl and honk: “…and I will break my own heart from now on”
Turn me into a thousand million little crumbs to sprinkle into your eyes
[So thou mayest see the dark in the light]
But it just smears like candle ash
And Im just sitting on the couch, dark like the TV, dark as all things
I must be learning all the lessons of someone who has been here already
**** Im sick of myself]
But maybe in whatever mirror-life im in, I’ll be lucky enough to start listening to me again
[There are orangey-pink striped clouds in the sky]
But for now, today, I have nothing to do, just like everyday
Maybe I’ll get some sleep tonight, tomorrow
But I just want something to do
So how about I teach myself something I should know?
Like how guilt is a god
And how shame sings the song of memory
Like how lovely I am
And how lovely I ought to be
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 5:55 PM UTC
Isn’t it strange
We’re ALL
Howling
Wooh-Wooh-ing!
At bricks and screens and lighted things
Louder!
More, more!
Please!
**** these cookies are good, my teeth are sticky, you have food at home, thanks to the sweet elderly woman named Heidi]
God I wish I was less and more than I am
But I know I couldn’t be everyone else
Even though Id like to be
So I clap, clap along
[I havent scraped at stars in so long]
So I text my Pacific friends the good news
**** I want to howl again
[The bar-back steps into the trash to crush it, we’re all swirling our glasses to Benito, this is the most beautiful People in America]
And congratulations!
That made my heart happy just a little bit
So just keep looking! [For what?]
And the bartender keeps telling me how sad I look
Well that’s just my face these days, I spit
[Yes and no, but I should take myself home]
So I wink and in a blink I take myself home
Where the hell was I going?
And really, why am I here?
I didnt wish for any of this over candles
[I blew it, literally]
Then I step over a hole in the sidwealk that looks to be the size of me
Then there are all these strawberries smeared across the street
Then I don’t really know how to fit into my footsteps anymore
**** knows im sick of running from behind]
But they keep yanking me in the usual directions
I’m far away, but close as I’ve ever been
Even though all last year I havent seen what’s in front of me
But I think the night always wants it this way
And whatever is left inside of me is now beyond reach
And it exists nowhere and Im sending it off to be some weird ugly terrible no good what the hell were you thinking sorta thing
But Im back here just for a flash
Syllables and sounds belonging to you and belonging to me
[Id be rich if I could only buy the place on Commerce street]
Now I’m just clomping around, my toes kicking through and smooshing ***** snow around, digging up and burying down all the sounds i used to listen for
My little self-mythology, I used to dream of words like these
[Can’t you hear them, from ear to ear?]
Maybe we don’t get what we want
Maybe we don’t get what we need
Maybe we get what we get
Maybe that’s the end of it
Maybe this is who I am for a while
Maybe that’s alright with you but its not alright with me
Wanting what we don’t have is the most human thing!
[I can’t be the only one who always feels like this]
But it’s everything, everything
Again, again
So I keep taking myself home
And I shake myself down in the shower,
screaming and swaying to Geese
Washing that scent all over me
Keeping the last of it under my nails
And I thought I was pretty good at knowing
when things are going to end
But my mirror tells me that I only see that which I do not know
[But man, Ive got great hair]
And now its the morning and the first thought I think is that I hope I get those 15 good minutes today, please, please, please
[Yesterday didn’t feel real]
And how old do you have to be just to feel a little like a kid again?
Maybe odd years are better for it
But I havent been this scared since 27
And I know who I wont hear from today
But please, please
Let me come out of this looking stranger on some other side
Of nothing resembling something
[I am airless now, water doesnt even want me]
Let me howl and honk: “…and I will break my own heart from now on”
Turn me into a thousand million little crumbs to sprinkle into your eyes
[So thou mayest see the dark in the light]
But it just smears like candle ash
And Im just sitting on the couch, dark like the TV, dark as all things
I must be learning all the lessons of someone who has been here already
**** Im sick of myself]
But maybe in whatever mirror-life im in, I’ll be lucky enough to start listening to me again
[There are orangey-pink striped clouds in the sky]
But for now, today, I have nothing to do, just like everyday
Maybe I’ll get some sleep tonight, tomorrow
But I just want something to do
So how about I teach myself something I should know?
Like how guilt is a god
And how shame sings the song of memory
Like how lovely I am
And how lovely I ought to be
