the girl who lost her voice

Name:
Location: Melbourne's shining streets, Victoria, Australia

This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Sunday, July 23, 2006

bloody ads

my blog has been attacked by mister advertisement bug... so now when you add comments you have to do a word verification thingy...

grumble grumble grumble grumble :S

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Why I don't want/need/have a Coin-Operated Boy:

Reason # 1.

I'm broke.

Reason # 2.

Taxi.

Reason # 3... is a story ;)

".. we still talk... still talk quite a lot... since the alarming discovery that you were never God and.. "*

I picked up the phone today and my heart leapt into my throat when I thought
it could have been you..

but it wasn't.
And surprisingly,
I live to see the sunshine..

Once upon a time I used to be a sad picture of a girl getting bitter(er). But I wake
up in the mornings, and I'm covered in warm pjs that were a birthday present. I

climb down from a bed full of history that my dad built for me. I stumble
through a room messily adorned with possession. I put on music that I could

have only discovered through someone else. There is always food left out to

remind me I have never starved..


I must admit I have been rather idle of late... normally this would send me into

a slump of boredom and depression. But every smile I come across is a source for

automatic joy. I test rugged and long lasting friendships only to find so many

fantastic, beautiful people of so many shapes who have persisted with me, who
have kept on trying to push through the brick wall that I am so prone to

building... or perhaps they simply stood still with me. Told me that they loved

me. Told me that they're thinking of me... while all the other real ones have come

and gone. Love without complications is not love. I know that I will cry at night

again. I know that I will one day lose my confidence again. But I also know that


I will never be alone.

cos I'm the luckiest girl in the world!


For reference:
coin operated boy
-The Dresden Dolls

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......

this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.



*Clare Bowditch,
I thought you were God