From: "Kathleen J. Kramer" Newsgroups: alt.music.counting-crows,alt.personals,alt.fan.dirty-whores Subject: sunsnow Date: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 11:42:04 -0500 Organization: Sponsored account, H&SS Dean's Office, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Message-ID: <8jLmzQ600iVE83Q3NW@andrew.cmu.edu> it was balmy on tuesday, snowed four inches on weds. so on this excellent thursday, it is snowing but the sky is blue and sunny. gosh, and i mean tons of snow in wild wind so it looks like it's snowing sideways. and then it calms down and you can see how huge the flakes are. but the snow comes from clouds that will steal the sun and the excellent, pussy-willow gray will return with blue, then white white white. funny. clouds, mere accumulations of water made possible by the sun, mere accumulations of water that couldn't survive anywhere near the sun and yet from down here on the earth, in little mt.oliver, the clouds think they own the sky. but they are just clouds. but why would they want to be more than that? clouds bring the quiet dream of snow, the solid grace of rain. but maybe they are sad that they have to block the sun to do their work. hmm, would i rather be the sun or a cloud? oh my god, it's clear that i really *am* i little retarted girl. but i have to get ready to try and join an advisory group that's a legal entity and represents welfare recipients and is a subsiderary of the dept.of welare. I have to bring a resume to volunteer. crazzzy. but they'll take me and love me. and i'm meeting all these really excellent black women who think i'm great and i guess i'm racist but it makes me proud. because black women are so low on the social scale, almost as low, no, even lower than their kids. at least there's still hope for the kids, you know? but they know bullshit when they see it and have educated themselves, are articulate and know the issues and the game. i love 'em. and they are funny. and kind. very very cool. but no one talks about racism which makes it even more evil somehow. it's not like it's gone. anyway, so they love me and i get to meet frankie mae who was a great activist. and we're planning another conference for grandparents who are raising thier grandchildren and are collecting welfare. okay, well you all know tomorrow i'm going to D.C. to slide my hand up senator kennedy's knee and then I'll be going to see the jesus lizard at grafitti if you must know. that's tomorrow night and i will back in time and will be drinking double jack-daniels and coke with no ice. and i'm desperate lonely and ache to hold a man's face in my hands while kissing him madly, crawling on his lap, you know the whole ugly story so come take advantage of me. or die tryin' or some wierdness. why is it that men don't leave you alone even after you tell them everything to get rid of them? anyway, i know my little honey who has a dame will be there, won't be able to stop looking at me while with his girlfreind who will stare at me like i'm a whore. oh i love this life, you know? fuck it, i'll go in the mosh pit. i could be soooo funny cause of my karate training. i could go elbow a couple fraternity brothers in the jaw instead of having sex. or i could just shut up