The Faux Pas Press #62
18 October 2010
By Jason Fresh
The light is all around my proprietary thrown, and I’ve laid claim to all around me. An obese woman can’t walk past me in the grocery store without encountering the electromagnetic wave of disdain. She can’t live her life without my feelings demanding an experience with her. “Don’t you see I love greater?” And she just moves right through the black matter – brave, like an Athena, white horse-riding bad bitch. Now, I am taught and will, forevermore, be taught by those I’ve laid claim to, my lovers especially. When the players in my perpetual tragicomedy keep showing up even when I am eternally ungrateful to them. This song, this one fucking song is such a clear example of my ingratitude. Bon Iver’s Skinny Love speaks to me. Is it possible that the artist tapped into dimensional magnetic charge and stole my own personal experience for this one? I’m pretty sure I’ve said these words. I am the young thieve of light years declaring my curses to parent, friend, enemy, brother, and even musician. He is me saying stuff like, “Be patient, be balanced, and love me like you’re supposed. “ You can’t walk through the intersecting planes without me saying something about your ass. But ‘I am my mother on the wall’, I am you and you are me. It is truth. “Only love is all maroon.” So thanks.
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