Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Concession Stand

Please join our new political party, FYWNGA (Fuck You We're Not Going Away). Our motto is "We won."



Dance Party for Democracy

Dance Party for Democracy starts in the increasingly desperate hours after the election to keep neighbor Scott from throwing himself off of his Jersey City porch (he has a kegerator, grill, jacuzzi and central air, for crying out loud). Dance Party for Democracy includes in its repertoire a variety of good and ill-advised songs, intended to provoke joy and silliness at their play. But in the small hours of the morning, it becomes clear what is going to happen to our poor, syphilitic country and Dance Party for Democracy ends, but it ends on this note, which is the last thing we have to say about this heartbreaking election. Let it heal you, brothers and sisters.

Come on Up to the House by Tom Waits and the Kathleen Brennan

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin’ don’t do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
You gotta come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a passin’ thru
You got to come on up to the house

There’s no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your signin’ lead soprano
In a junkman’s choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short?
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can find a port
Got to come on up to the house

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a passin’ thru
You got to come on up to the house, yeah.

You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I’m just a passin’ thru
You gotta come on up to the house

There’s nothin’ in the world
That you can do
You gotta come on up to the house
And you been whipped by the forces
That are inside you
Gotta come on up to the house

Well you’re high on top
Of your mountain of woe
Gotta come on up to the house
Well you know you should surrender
But you can’t let it go
You gotta come on up to the house

Monday, November 01, 2004

Halloween Update

Shortly after our haiku to JSF was made public in the boyfriend's apartment, the videogame porn was retired for the evening and the revery began. After downing a few of our killer "President Kerry" cocktails (cheap vodka, ruby red grapefruit juice, tonic water and lime) the boys finally found the Halloween spirit. Suddenly, they were prancing around the apartment in cobbled-together "costumes" consisting largely of wigs, fake boobs, and stuffed animals.

We proceeded to host a late-night dance party to VH1 Classics that included some magnificent amateur performances to "Always Something There to Remind Me" by Naked Eyes, and "Turning Japanese" by the Vapors, accompanied by more vodka drinking, a hot dance trip to a local teen bar, and some ill-advised vicodan consumption by Dear Screwsan.

All-in-all, a better Halloween than anticipated, although we could have done without the fainting.

xo
Screwsan