the Dalaverse

Due to the sex scene I am currently writing for "Nail," I may never be able to eat apples casually ever again.

There wasn't even supposed to be explicit smut in this chapter. But noooo, Jack had to take offense at how horribly I've been treating poor James and decided to blow him and have sex on the kitchen table. With an apple involved.

At least I'm in my room now, with the leisure and privacy to write it, instead of being stuck in Polysci which is where I was when the bunny struck. I turned bright red and chewed a hole in my lip. It was unpretty.

Oh! And I would really like to contribute to the Poetry Month thing, but the two problems as I see them: 1. I don't read much poetry and 2. I haven't written any since the seventh grade. I've solved both of these. Instead of posting poems I'm going to make my contribution with my favorite song lyrics. Since I've just done the Dylan concert thing, might as well start with what might be lyrically my favorite Dylan song.



Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

--Bob Dylan

(incidentally, I hate the Byrds' cover because they leave out the last verse and it's my favorite)


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