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— Annie Hardy (@AnnieHardy) December 21, 2015

This is pretty awesome.

Magpie Memorandum

Magpie Memorandum

Was born through filth
How you sent me
You know
Did not volunteer
You just sent me
No choice
Now I have to be
Now I have to live
This time that you push forth
That stops when you’re bored

I can’t be what you want

To go through filth
How you meant it
You know
Did not volunteer
But to praise you
The choice
So I have to be
What you want me to be
Or else to a worse place
I’ll end up, it’s your show

I can’t be what you want
despite your best intentions

It’s my lot to carry on and remain
This chance I’ve been given
No choice but to take
And be
Carrion

Jeeraphs - Shane

Gerrard Jeeraphs

Jeeraphs Brushes #28

Jeeraph & Cakes

Night Lights Jeeraphs

Still Skating Jeeraphs

Believe In Jeeraphs

Stranger No More

Stranger No More

If I am me enough they’ll
figure out the get-up’s phony
They’ll see through secondhand
hats and ties a fraying stigma

The dread that drags and catches
Back it down, might reconcile
But a futile effort splits illusions
Here and now: the odd one

So I won’t stay
No I can’t stay

You’ve seen enough of me
Your glaring eyes shout discomfort
No ragged hats and ties
could duly keep your screams muffled

My awkward being can be seen
Despite a try to cover
No cane to stand can keep me standing
So I’ll have to walk off

So I won’t stay
No I can’t stay
I don’t want to be

The stranger

I don’t want to be the stranger, no more
 
So I won’t stay
No I can’t stay

If you’re offended I didn’t mean to
I had no idea, I didn’t know
Social norms are to me
oh so foreign, I don’t belong

I'm feeling foolish just to be me
Apologies for being
How strange I am, it's who I am
it's who I am, I'm sorry

So I won’t stay
No I can’t stay

So I won’t stay
No I can’t stay
I don’t want to be

The stranger

I don’t want to be the stranger, no more

Jeeraphs - Comfortable Reds

Jeeraph Brushes #18

If I Could Fall This Time

If I Could Fall This Time

Look who’s sick
to stand with arms outstretched
Hoping you would accept
what I would sooner give

Clap for it
A dance of one which you
direct so cunningly
A seal play for fish

If I could fall just one more time
If I could fall
Just let me fall this time

Oh seraphim
Where do your lights all go?
You chant a blessed warmth
all for the one enthroned

I long for less
How short is the rest
But then to breathe, a need?
Oh praise that one last breath

If I could fall just one more time
If I could fall
Just let me fall this time

If I could fall
If I could fall just one more time
If I could fall
Just let me fall this time
If I could fall
Just let me fall this time

And go
Just go

Fiery Jeeraphs

Jeeraph Brushes #8

Jeeraphs - Forum

Stay

Stay
Words by Lily

Don’t tell me you love me
if it’ll make you run away
I’d rather not hear it
and have you stay

Stay with me

Just don’t give me love

Don’t tell me you love me
if it’ll make you run away
I’d rather not hear it
and have you stay

Make no sound

Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love

Stay with me
Make no sound

Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love
Just don’t give me love and turn back around
Just don’t give me love
Don’t give me love
Just don’t give me love and turn back around

Those Colored Jeeraphs

Seeing Them Go

Sometime past 7:30’ish, Saturday Night. 12th of September.     

     Out for another trip north on the 101 to SFO, go-go-go! Up through the familiar sights of freeway-side buildings, stable, ever stable, made ever more so by the years they’ve been (by these very eyes) seen stood. And I look and I sigh and I’m glad they are where they are, no matter how fast the chargers through decades go guzzling on the way past them to somewhere else. Signs have changed, made modern, the occasional boy-that’s-bright of LED displays, advertisements of products unknown in ‘92 or whenever when what was being sold didn’t have the polished sheen they have now. The IT’S-IT factory I look for. Always the IT’S-IT factory. Going north, on your right, LOOK! Small, but THERE. With signs plain, appropriate, freeway dust spackled on in--yes--a perfect finish. In all that, how little that, the goodness of that. What treat I adore to taste, and treasure to see ITS home! On the way to SFO.

Sordid Sights (Spectacle of Midway Lights)

Sordid Sights (Spectacle of Midway Lights)

How can you really win?
When the point of the game
Is to fool the mark
Give ‘em hope
But then the prizes are rubbish

It’s so easy to sin
When there’s so much to see
All that you want
Is it wrong?
They’re sometimes the same thing

There’s just so much
Oh please free me

From all these sordid sights
I see
and I see
It’s better to be blind
Can’t you see?
Sometimes
To better see what’s right
Take my eyes
It’s alright
Help me see what’s right
Take my eyes
Oh it’s fine

With the sun so bright
Glare of lights at night
A fire constant
Glazes your eyes
So much so, it dims your morals

The oh-so-pretty ones play
Plucking aches in the brain
A base instinct
Tickets to take
Standing welcome, but uneasy
                             
There’s just so much
Oh please free me

They’ll keep walking, all that lighting’s got me
To be damned is seeing
Please take it from me, give me release

Night City Jeeraphs

A Carousel Occasion

A Carousel Occasion

Look and you’ll see
Something’s got you questioning
Is it you, is it me?
That I might know and you know nothing?

She asked what do you know?
She asked what do you know?

What secret I keep
The very thing that makes me happy
Am I cheat?
A provocateur that keeps you spinning?

She asked what do you know?
She asked what do you know?

And when the carnival leaves will you then believe
I’m not as mad as you think?

She asked what do you know?
She asked what do you know?

      I said: You’re
                 wonderful,
                 wonderful,
                 wonderful

Jeeraphs - Uh Where?

When You Turn (Into a Zombie Girl)

When You Turn (Into a Zombie Girl)

So I saw this girl and she looked kinda funny
Sat upon the floor and was awfully still
On her face a smile but her eyes were muddy
See me I don't know oh I pondered this

When you turn into a zombie girl
It may sound absurd
But really it's the end of the world

God left you alone and now you're gone
The Devil knows you're dead but he doesn't want you
Here I came too late when I thought I wasn't
I liked you from afar, soooo far I'm late

When you turn into a zombie girl
It may sound absurd
But really it's the end of the world



[NOTE: This is what happens when you leave the t.v. on Chiller. Came upon the thought on how funny it would be to smack a zombie lightly across the face with a fireplace poker. Then I intended to use it as a lyric. It didn't make it in, but from that came this small bit of amusement.]

Aarani Jeeraphs

Hey There Jeeraph

Eclipse Jeeraphs

Balance Rock Jeeraphs

Bowtie Jeeraphs

Jeeraph Morning Trees

Pink Jeeraph & Palm

Summer Hill Jeeraphs

Jeeraphs & Palm

Jeeraph w/ Scarf Amongst Others

Four Foggy Jeeraphs

Barbarella Grroove

Barbarella with the sound off; in its place was D'Angelo's Feel Like Makin' Love on repeat throughout the entire film. 

Why? I've really been digging that song. Hearing it on a loop is where I'm at. I like it. It feels good. So on and on it goes. So much so that it outweighed whatever audio was going to come out of the television. Barbarella, I had not yet seen, but heard of. I was keen to check it out. 

It's a fun movie.

So is the good-good groove of that song.



Ate some fish sticks as well.





[NOTE: Thank you so very much Turner Classic Movies for not showing commercials during your films.]

Jeeraphs Mtango

                                  

What's Easy (The Hurt You Did)

Heard you say hurt and hurt you did
Funny what you say you think but
Hurt and hurt you did

Call someone the lesser, feel bigger
On a platform raised to belittle and
Hurt and hurt you did

And so you’re the better to throw down stones
On what you think you see, but not know so
Hurt and hurt you did

So laugh and look down
Through guise of wit
Wipe your hands clean of the
Hurt and hurt you did

It’s easy isn’t it?

Thrusday Swtiches