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verbicideSo weird headache came back. Wah. I wonder if I'm dehydrated? All that salty food and maybe not enough water today. So here I sit with a pitcher of grapefruit Crystal Light and a glass.
Called Kiki, thinking maybe I just needed a little distraction, and after babbling with her for a bit and two glasses down, I feel a little more human.
Hobbes was very sweet and took a nice nap with me. I swear, the animal is so intuitive. Normally he sleeps curled up by my side, today he slept on the pillow, rubbing his head against mine in sympathy. Yay anthropomorphism.
More Strangers in Paradise.
And wow. This Mask I Wear. It doesn't matter how many times I read it, it never loses it's potency. It always makes me feel vaguely ill, knowing what Katchoo has been through, imaging what it was like for her to stand up in class, as a teenger, and recite it in front of people like Freddie. Every time I read it, it makes me realize what a sheltered, luxurious life I've led in comparison. It also makes me appreciate Terry Moore's work all the more. Little things like the thought-banner of music over Katchoo's head when Francine quietly tells her how amazing her poem is. I wish I could play music so I could hear the notes Terry imagines there. The high school arc was really well done. Really gave insight into why these characters became who they did.
This Mask I Wear by Katchoo
This mask I wear, you gave to me
One winter night beneath the trees;
Its black and blue enshrouds my life,
Surrounds my eyes and blinds my sight.
This mask I wear pretends I'm here,
And hides me from the awful fear
That you might find the heart of me
And take that too, beneath the trees.
This mask I wear to hide the pain,
It's all I have to keep me sane.
I just fell down, I'm told toe tell.
There are no words to stop this hell.
This mask I pray to God for why
He hates me so to watch me die
A little more with every night
This man comes in and rapes my life.
But little girls grow up, my friend
And learn the wicked ways of men.
And this mask I wear comes off the day
This mask I wear lays on your grave.
Called Kiki, thinking maybe I just needed a little distraction, and after babbling with her for a bit and two glasses down, I feel a little more human.
Hobbes was very sweet and took a nice nap with me. I swear, the animal is so intuitive. Normally he sleeps curled up by my side, today he slept on the pillow, rubbing his head against mine in sympathy. Yay anthropomorphism.
More Strangers in Paradise.
And wow. This Mask I Wear. It doesn't matter how many times I read it, it never loses it's potency. It always makes me feel vaguely ill, knowing what Katchoo has been through, imaging what it was like for her to stand up in class, as a teenger, and recite it in front of people like Freddie. Every time I read it, it makes me realize what a sheltered, luxurious life I've led in comparison. It also makes me appreciate Terry Moore's work all the more. Little things like the thought-banner of music over Katchoo's head when Francine quietly tells her how amazing her poem is. I wish I could play music so I could hear the notes Terry imagines there. The high school arc was really well done. Really gave insight into why these characters became who they did.
This Mask I Wear by Katchoo
This mask I wear, you gave to me
One winter night beneath the trees;
Its black and blue enshrouds my life,
Surrounds my eyes and blinds my sight.
This mask I wear pretends I'm here,
And hides me from the awful fear
That you might find the heart of me
And take that too, beneath the trees.
This mask I wear to hide the pain,
It's all I have to keep me sane.
I just fell down, I'm told toe tell.
There are no words to stop this hell.
This mask I pray to God for why
He hates me so to watch me die
A little more with every night
This man comes in and rapes my life.
But little girls grow up, my friend
And learn the wicked ways of men.
And this mask I wear comes off the day
This mask I wear lays on your grave.
