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| ***BIO*** Jason Fisk: I have had a short story published in a college journal, and a poem published in Tamafyhr Mountain Poetry. I am currently pursuing my Masters of Art in Teaching (English) in Chicago. |
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| by Jason Fisk |
| Songs are sung too easily these days.
I used to listen for every word. I used to spend every available teenage minute with song. I used to make play lists. Then I made play lists for girls. I remember I wrote the lyrics to a Psychedelic Furs song, The Ghost In You, out for Stacy. I fell in love with her in my Spanish class. Her friend asked “Why did you give Stacy those lyrics?” I froze – “No reason.” I spent today up-loading music to my new iPod mini. I put hundreds of songs on it. I realize that I have some pretty good music I sit listening to lyrics I’ve heard before, but never really listened to. I still love music, I just don’t have time to appreciate it like I used to. And I have to admit it makes me sad. I wonder if I’ve lost something precious Along the way. Reason tells me that I just don’t have time for that kind of leisure anymore, that I’m still the same person. She (Reason) also told me I had so much time to get lost in music because I had nothing better to do, I had no friends. She’s such a bitch. Fuck her. I think a philosopher called reason a prostitute I know what he was talking about but the emotionally bankrupt can’t afford to pay for her services. Self-esteem is not cheap |
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| Dec. 2005 |
| 55 |