I love hedgehogs. -SPO
Sarah Palin
Runners World Magazine
Dear Arcade Fire,
I like your grooves so very much. A dream to be placed in my head is if you will make a song out of the lyrics I wrote below. Not sure what the tempo would be, but I figure it is something soft, with an earnestness so real that it makes everything cry. Or if you prefer a different take, that is fine with me.
“If you’re going to town, bring me some soap and cereal.”
It was a golden moment in Teresa’s life and she has the freedom to remember it.
Remembering the knock of the screen door against the ferret cage
They are sorry men who bring their ego into the fold
They are sorry men who fight for the wrong mold
They are safe men who want all their cold
They are the safe men who want nothing but their story told
Teresa brings back the request and a Readers Digest
Her hands smell of lotion and motion
She is ready to be a hero
She is ready to be a hero
Just a regular, irrational hero
Teresa moves her sweater to bargain with her waist
She confronts the hallway and what it used to mean to her
They are sorry men who bring their ego into the fold
They are sorry men who fight for the wrong mold
They are safe men who want all their cold
They are the safe men who want nothing but their story told
There is now a hallway, a magazine and cold near her shins
A sun ready to go home and a boy inside
She only needs a good memory
She only needs a Henry Fonda movie
Now, Arcade Fire, this is a long shot. I just made it up. The syntax and semantics are gross. But it means something to all of us.
-Zachary Knight Galifianakis
I just spent the past hour looking at videos explaining how to apply make-up.
What is wrong with me? -SPO
