Garden State
Watch the movie. Buy the soundtrack.

Do it.

Let Go
Frou Frou

drink up, baby down
mmm, are you in or are you out
leave your things behind
'cause it's all going off without you
excuse me, too busy you’re writing your tragedy
these mishaps
you bubble wrap
when you've no idea what you're like

so (let go)let go, jump in
oh well, whatcha waiting for
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
so (let go)yeah, let go, just get in
oh, it's so amazing here
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown

it gains the more it gives
and then it rises with the fall
so hand me that remote
can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow
such boundless pleasure
we've no time for later now
you can't await your own arrival
you've 20 seconds to comply

so (let go)let go, jump in
oh well, whatcha waiting for
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
so (let go)yeah, let go, just get in
oh, it's so amazing here
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown

hey-ya hey-ya hey I..
hey-ya hey-ya hey.. mm heyehey
hey-ya hey-ya hey I..
hey-ya hey-ya hey.. mm heyehey

so let go, jump in

Why I Came To Bard

Random conversation I heard walking to class today between several male students-

Student 1 (singing)- From the window, to the wall,
to the sweat drop down my balls,
all you bitches crawl...
Student 2- Could they make a more disgusting song? Misogyny and hygiene problems- I mean damn!

For You
RCW

I've been lacking passion lately
Lacking passion to persist.
I've been lacking that motivating principle
Lacking the motive to resist.
I've been lacking passion,
Lacking passion in my kiss.
I've been lacking passion lately,
Passion that has become amiss.

I've been lacking passion lately,
In my touch, in my eyes, in my kiss.
I've been lacking that motivating principle
To be with them (any of them) or to persist.
I've been lacking passion,
My dreams and wants have gone amiss.
I've been lacking passion lately,
but, with You, I can't resist.

I've been lacking passion lately,
My intentions had gone amiss.
I've been lacking that motivating principle,
But now I have the motive to kiss.
I've been lacking passion,
A passion now I won't resist.
I've been lacking passion lately,
But now I must, I shall persist.

Excerpts From A Letter

I don't know if you picked the worst or the best day to write. This week has been amazingly hard.

I've spent a couple days with Marlina in the City. It's wonderful to have someone from home and it's even better to have her. It's like she and I are the only two that got away, that really escaped. At least thats how we feel...

I haven't talked to Melissa since we left school, nor anyone else from Joshua. I felt, and still feel to some extent, that I'm just done with it. I'm done with Joshua and all of the bullshit that I've been through. I don't have to put up with ignorance anymore.

I don't feel that way today, not with what happened.

At lunch today, sitting with my QSA (Queer Straight Alliance) friends, looking at Imogen and Ali kiss with tears in their eyes at the thought that they could never get married or recognized truly as equal human beings, I felt sick to my stomach. I cried a lot; I'm not done with Joshua. I'm not done with that bullshit. That's my life, thats what I have to deal with it. And as frustrating and infuriating as that is, I'm going to do it. I'm not going to lie down and die, I don't give a fuck if I spill a little wine. I'm going to pour the whole bottle out.

There was a march today. It went from my school to the center of the nearest town- Red Hook. I marched with my drum and a rainbow flag tied around my neck. I had to come back early for soccer practice; we have a play off game tomorrow. On the way back- the march, not me- twelve people got arrested and not only arrested but wrestled to the ground, surround by dogs, chained up in hand cuffs and shackles and this is no exaggeration. Two of them were QSA girls and one of them was Imogen, one of my best friends here. They were released a few hours ago and they're ok. Simply ok though, they're a little cut up and bruised, one kid is in the hospital with a concussion and emotionally everyone involved is fucked. Myself included.

I don't know what to say to you. I've always missed my friend but I can hardly believe that underneath all of that shit that you did, those bible quotes that you sent me, all of those times that you were horrible, that my friend still exists. Thinking about the end of sophomore year and everything that followed still infuriates me.

I still do miss my friend.

Look, I'm open and I'm willing. I want to work through all this shit with you. If you want to, write me back, spend hours trying to explain what you're feeling. I want to listen.

What I really want is for you to be honest with me, setting aside religion, setting aside all of that bullshit we put up with in Joshua. If nothing else, be honest with me. You really have nothing to lose; I don't know anyone where you are.

Just be honest with me. I'll do the same with you.



Feel Free and Good Bless

Becca




*********THIS GOES FOR ALL OF YOU. I'VE BEEN BUSY, I'VE BEEN DISTANT, I'M SORRY. I'VE BEEN BUSY. I KNOW, THATS ALWAYS THE EXCUSE. WELL, ITS TRUE. REGARDLESS, IF YOU WANT TO WORK THROUGH IT, I'M HERE. JUST BE HONEST WITH ME. I'LL DO THE SAME WITH YOU.***********