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#369 – Dreaming of Willie

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Circa 2003, my best friend abandoned me. It’d probably make for a more cinematic story to say that I had no idea where he disappeared to, but the truth is I know exactly where he went. Cleveland, Ohio. Home to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and other thingies. It seems odd to suddenly have such a dream about the boy-that-couldn’t, but such is the way life works. It’s not as if I don’t think about him; I do. Yet it makes me half-itchy to find him again, to get to him, to see if everything is all right. Then again, he left me behind, and I’ll never know nor understand why. And if he was ever curious to find me, there’d be no excuses whatsoever. I’m quite Google-able. But he hasn’t and he won’t. Which is a shame, really. I treated him like the brother I didn’t have. These truly are the worst of bad dreams, the kind that seem so real and make you wake up with your heart in your throat; I hope my next dream is more fun and brimming with friendly dragons, magical quests, and beautiful maidens that sound like Regina Spektor and look like…well, Regina Spektor. But maidenly.

Cross your fingers, people!

At the edge of the rest of your life
At the end of a one-way road
I was losing everything
And tonight may never shine
If you never open your eyes
I keep this heart right next to mine

– “The Sirens Sing” by The Anniversary

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Written by Paul

June 11, 2008 at 12:00 am

Posted in death, dreams, family, weirdness

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#355 – Books That Make Me Cry

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…and here’s why:

For A Separate Peace, it’s the moment Gene learns about Finny’s doleful fate.

For High Fidelity, it’s the part where Rob Fleming talks about his birthday plans for when he turns thirty-six (it involves renting Robocop 2) and the love only parents can really give back to their children.

For The Gold Cell, it’s the poem “Saturn,” which is about Sharon Olds’s father eating his children limb by limb.

Also, I hit a possum tonight with my car. Its fate is unknown. That makes me a bit weepy too. I didn’t mean it, little possum! You scared the frakking shit out of me and I had no time to brake!

Ugh, today’s post is BEYOND emo.

I’m sorry life isn’t perfect
but I promise we won’t starve
in a small dark apartment with big bright hearts

– “Don’t Try This at Home” by Punchline

Written by Paul

May 21, 2008 at 12:00 am