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Wherein I ramble about books, movies,
music, TV shows, my life, and occasionally, hot emo boys.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I can't make you plot me
From a novel point of view...
Turn down the contrast, turn down the sound
Turn down the TV in the background
Sit here with me, bring me to life
Just listen close -- and don't plagiarize, don't plagiarize me
(Chorus) But I can't make you plot me if you won't
You can't make your brain do something it don't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will not mention deadlines or the fact you don't shower
But you don't, no, you don't
And I can't make you plot me, if you won't
I'm just a promise, not even words on a screen
But when you thought me up, you were jacked on morphine
Morning will come and you will be fucked
When your editor calls you are shit out of luck.
Yeah, you are shit out of luck.
(Chorus) But I can't make you plot me if you won't
You can't make your brain do something it don't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will not mention deadlines or the fact you don't shower
But you don't, no, you don't
And I can't make you plot me, if you won't...
(slow fade)
Turn down the contrast, turn down the sound
Turn down the TV in the background
Sit here with me, bring me to life
Just listen close -- and don't plagiarize, don't plagiarize me
(Chorus) But I can't make you plot me if you won't
You can't make your brain do something it don't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will not mention deadlines or the fact you don't shower
But you don't, no, you don't
And I can't make you plot me, if you won't
I'm just a promise, not even words on a screen
But when you thought me up, you were jacked on morphine
Morning will come and you will be fucked
When your editor calls you are shit out of luck.
Yeah, you are shit out of luck.
(Chorus) But I can't make you plot me if you won't
You can't make your brain do something it don't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will not mention deadlines or the fact you don't shower
But you don't, no, you don't
And I can't make you plot me, if you won't...
(slow fade)
P.S.: Happy Birthday, Ann! Loved Mr. Hut. Now I have a mixture of Bonnie Raitt and his song intertwined in my head. Could use some of your morphine.
How are those five synopseessss *sheesh, what a word!* coming along?
Cora, I am D-O-N-E. Done! I just emailed the whole kit-n-kaboodle to my agent, so it's back in her hands now, which is where I prefer my work to be. Yippee!
Let the Snoopy dancing commence.
There's a George Michael version? Eep.
Freakin' brilliant! Ranks right up there with your WWND campaign.
*laughs* Fear of failure works wonders.
Happy belated birthday!
Gwyneth