2002-06-15 || 2:21 p.m.

|| the chicken pox song and its time stopping powers. ||

and. all these feelings climbing out from thirteen-year-old places: the blushing at a shut door closing us off into a room, alone; the averted glances; the composition of a crush confession studded with pencil drawn hearts on pink construction paper kissed lightly secretly before placing in an envelope.

last night on the way home i wrote our first song to be played at a house show in august (no one will be invited i am afraid. invitations = vomiting.). it's about how having the hots feels like having chicken pox. and the very charming ending, the part where i will finally look up and make the long-awaited eye contact and stop time just briefly to shoot arrows at the unwitting t-shirt clad chest with the bow i have fashioned out of a borrowed bass guitar, goes: 'i've got fevers i've got twitchin just one kiss can stop this itchin.'

perhaps it was slightly more brillinat at 2:37 am this morning.

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