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Goodbye stranger, it’s been nice
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I didn’t get around in my “about new orleans” thread to talk about the great things about the city. Its really is yin and yang and for all of it’s dark it has a glorious light. To have sat in its light is a privilege. It will come back, in fact it is still there, its just a little broken.
This is my new Orleans, not just the shallowness of the images and writing, but the secret things they say.
I was glad to see a few that stayed carried on with the southern decadence parade. Good to see laughter in its streets.
If I didn’t have children I’d be on my way back home. That city held me when I had a loneliness very few can understand; I’d like to hold it for a bit now.
I’ve been called everything from heartless to unicorn hearted these last few days, asked to show my tits while I was bleeding, I do aim to please.
My tits
me bleeding
that’s my homage, I put it in a place where it wont draw attention and the scar will melt in with my well lined hands.
It is homage to New Orleans, it is homage to myself
Kenaz: (K: Beacon or torch.) Vision, revelation, knowledge, creativity, inspiration, technical ability. Vital fire of life, harnessed power, fire of transformation and regeneration. The power of light. Open to new strength, energy, and power now. Passion, sexual love.
Kenaz Reversed or Merkstave: Disease, breakup, instability, lack of creativity. Nakedness, exposure, loss of illusion and false hope.
I’ve deleted all of my messengers, my computer is about to become strictly for work. I’m going to stop pretending like I’ve made any kind of true connection with anyone here, it has been proven over and over again that is just laughable and I’m a fool. I should do a better job of investing myself constructively.
I used to have a tradition when I was leaving somewhere of playing this song as I left. I’ve left lots of places. The difference between this time and every other time I’ve “left” the asylum is I’m not drunk nor am I enraged. It was always nice to get the phone calls, emails and pms asking or begging me to stay, but honestly, any body who may consider doing it, please don’t. I’m really no loss and truthfully I’m too far-gone.
I have nothing left to offer, too much goes out and too little comes back.
I'm done.
I can still hear my tape deck.
Goodbye stranger it’s been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
Goodbye mary, goodbye jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain
Now some they do and some they don’t
And some you just can’t tell
And some they will and some they won’t
With some it’s just as well
You can laugh at my behavior
That’ll never bother me
Say the devil is my savior
But I don’t pay no heed
And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye stranger it’s been
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