the yellow brick road

You need to understand, re: the GWay Carpenters cover – I was born in 1968. Somewhere, in the dim recesses of my brain, there are a LOT of Carpenters lyrics. (Them, Elton John*, and Paul Simon.) 

So the fact that GWay not only warmed up singing Carpenters’ songs during the recording of The Black Parade, but decided to release one? I may never stop giggling. 

*This is also why I have some VERY STRONG opinions about the all-star anniversary tribute to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and how FOB covered the wrong song

accident waiting to happen,
like two boats just narrowly missing each other in night,
that are your eyes and mine -
explosive, but somehow always missing that critical moment
when accidents turn in nothing accidental
and the explosives are bursts of touches and whispers.
do you miss me in the night?
I can’t not think about running into you, unplanned and dangerous,
on a very ordinary thursday afternoon,
and the way you’d fall onto me, completely on purpose,
while introducing your eyes to mine.
the miles between us somehow stay the same,
no matter where I go -
the yellow brick road is always the same length,
always leading to the same corner where we become deliberate
and stop using possibilities to defend from
restarting the world.
is your road the same yellow one, or have you run out
of hope I’ll show up? was your yellow even the same as mine -
we’re not the same, your eyes and mine.
I can’t not be afraid of what’ll be if we do meet;
after all, we’re just an accident, waiting to happen.
—  ines k, your eyes and mine
Tuesday's Truth

I am following 353 people. I have acquired that number over a year now. I didn’t just randomly click ‘follow’. There was either something they said on a favorite blog of mine that made me laugh or something they shared that made me say, ‘huh, that person be smart!’ or perhaps they followed me thus I discovered they are on here and after an archival study, I dug their chili.

I doubt the same discretion and thought motivated the majority of my followers of late, aside from porn bots. I know what they are thinking with. I’m not someone who counts followers. I’m someone who gets uncomfortable with followers who are not blogging parent, kid, art, photography, Harry Potter…any stuff I’m interested in. It makes me more paranoid about what I share. It makes me question their intentions for following me in the first place. The majority of my recent followers are not parents, have not interacted with me at all, and have blogs that are not safe for my kids’ eyes.

So I challenge any of you who thoughtfully clicked ‘Follow’ in the last few days. Separate from the pack. It’s high noon. The town is watching. 20 questions. You start.