19 November 2009
25 October 2009
Are you lonley up there all by yourself?
Are you there?
Are you watching me?
As I lie here on this floor
They say you feel what I do
They say you're here every moment
Will you stay? Stay 'till the darkness leaves
Stay here with me
I know you're busy, I know I'm just one
But you might be the only one who sees me
Why is it so hard?
Why can't you just take me?
I don't have much to go
Before I fade completely
Can you feel how cold I am?
Do you cry as I do?
Are you lonely up there all by yourself?
How are you so strong?
What's it like to feel so free?
Your heart is really something
Your love, a complete mystery to me
Are you there watching me?
As I lie here on this floor
Are you there?
Are you watching me?
Posted by feliciafranklin at 12:52 PM 0 comments
20 October 2009
19 October 2009
06 October 2009
Brilliant.
This is a direct copy&paste from a brilliant craigslist posting.
Have you recently found yourself asking any of the following questions:
-Whose fixed-gear bicycle is that in my garage?
-Where do I keep misplacing the charger for my iPod Nano?
-Why are there vast amounts of food mysteriously not missing from my pantry and refrigerator each week?
Yes? Then chances are, you've got hipsters.
Hipster infestations have become commonplace in modern times. One day, life seems completely normal. The next, you've got an anorexic in a train-conductor hat scurrying across your kitchen in the middle of dinner. This, understandably, can be a pretty disconcerting sight.
Not to worry, though. While hipsters can really slaughter a nice mood, they are otherwise harmless and probably just as frightened of you as you are of them. Still, they are a nuisance, of course, and need to be treated as such.
Following are suggested measures to pinpoint the location of hipsters in your home, coax them out from their hiding places, and capture and return them to their natural habitats.
Hipsters prefer dank, dimly lit areas, should you have any in your abode.
These provide ideal quarters for them to set up makeshift darkrooms in which they can develop the countless photographs they've taken with their vintage cameras.
Usually, these are pictures of idled trains, abandoned bus depots, or of themselves (for their MySpace profiles).
You've located where your hipsters are camped out, now comes the hard part. Getting RID of them.
Hipsters are freakishly antisocial; some argue it is genetic. This trait becomes especially magnified in unfamiliar or non-hip environments. So, the last thing you want to do is alienate hipsters further from society than they've already alienated themselves.
Here are a few things you must understand before attempting to communicate with hipsters:
-Hipsters know more about music than you do.
-Hipsters know more about clothing than you do.
-Hipsters know more about Charles Bukowski than you do.
-Your sense of fashion is "fin" (bad).
Embracing these ideas as fact will not put you on the same level as hipsters, that would be ridiculous, but it will let the hipster know that you are keeping it real, which they can respect, sort of.
With that, you'll want to open the dialogue on a fairly benign topic so as not to indicate that you mean the hipsters harm, or that you are in fact a poseur.
Here are some suggestions:
-That deck [good] Conor Oberst is signing autographs at Amoeba Records today.
-Check out my new tattoo! (Or new fixed-gear bike.)
-Anyone for a really small slice of vegan soy pizza?�
Hipsters have usually attended a liberal-arts college for at least two years, however, and are thus extremely smart and often won't take the verbal bait. In this situation, you must be cruel to be kind and exploit the hipster's Achilles heel: music.
There are two approaches to smoking them out musically:
1.)Play non-hip music, and play it very loudly. Remember, hipsters all have iPod Nanos, so it's going to have to be extremely ear-shattering to overpower the sonic armor of Death Cab for Cutie.
Recommended selections include: Anything by Kenny Rogers or Green Day, or Radiohead's Hail to the Thief (hipsters generally agree that this is when Radiohead sold out). Really, any popular, major-label artist will do the trick.
2.)Play music they enjoy, such as Clap Your Hands, Say Yeah!, the National, or Monorchid. These recordings may prove a bit harder to find, however, so there's always the "the" band theory: the Strokes, the Faint, the Hives, the Killers, the Vines, the Bravery, etc. are usually considered "deck" (good) by hipsters, despite their popular major-label status. (Note: the "The", however, will NOT work using approach number two. See approach number one.)
When it comes to "The" bands, you might ask: Well, which one? Don't hipsters like one better than the others? Trust us when we tell you that it isn't going to make the slightest difference.
Hopefully by now, you've got the hipsters out in the open. Maybe they're sitting in your living room brooding, or writing in a journal, or looking uncomfortable and ostracized. This is totally normal, and means you've done everything by the book thus far.
Yet at this stage you will likely encounter the following critical conundrum: When removing hipsters from your home, your paternal instinct may kick in at the sight of their waif-like appearances, and you will feel obligated to nourish them. Do not attempt to do this.
In the first place, it is highly unlikely you have hipster food. Kraft macaroni and cheese or microwaveable Bagel Bites will only make them angry. (Though it completely defies logic, hipsters also know more about food than you do.) Hamburger Helper is a grave insult to hipsters and will undoubtedly evoke a derisive response along such lines as, "Do you have any idea what's in that stuff?!?" Obviously, no, you do not.
Moreover, it should be noted that hipster's eating cycles differ greatly from those of non-hipsters. As an example: What are the chances of you uncovering your hipster infestation on, say, the third Wednesday (or designated feeding day) of that particular month, and of having enough organic soy-based products in your fridge to feed them all? Admittedly, it would not require much. But, you have to agree, the odds are pretty slim.
The best thing for them, and for you, is to simply return hipsters to the habitat from which they came. And don't think you can just pile into the SUV and drive them there, they will spurn you for your wanton consumerism. Get that archaic road bike out from the garage, they'll probably buy it from you when all is said and done and cruise them around the local arts district to coffee shops and record stores until they are all given low-paying jobs based solely on their stylish appearances and morose demeanor. Hipsters are much happier when they are poor (although you'd never know this by looking at them).
Posted by feliciafranklin at 4:34 PM 0 comments
05 October 2009
I like reading other peoples blogs and I always wish that I
1.) had the time to update my blog often and
2.) knew how to write well enough to keep people interested to read until the end and potentially think about leaving a comment.
But I don't....mostly I post one liners about how I'm feeling that day, and they mostly don't make any sense to anyone but me so its rather pointless to post it, OR I post random things along the lines of funny youtube videos or a funny picture that I hope makes you laugh or political ramblings that will result in thinking, "felicia, that crazy conspiracy theorist"
Anyways I'm going to attempt to be better at this :)
Posted by feliciafranklin at 10:42 PM 0 comments
24 September 2009
22 September 2009
:)
Tom: What happens when you fall in love?
Summer: You believe in that?
Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.
Posted by feliciafranklin at 1:56 AM 0 comments
16 September 2009
04 September 2009
21 August 2009
17 August 2009
08 August 2009
04 August 2009
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone
Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and fall apart?
Cause my pride is too sly to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands
I know you'll come in the night like a thief
But I've had some time alone to hold my lies inside me
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you'll come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
Tongue tied to a hating factory
But we all got wood and nails
Your tortured (and hanging) factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
Your tortured (and hanging) factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
Posted by feliciafranklin at 12:51 AM 1 comments
12 July 2009
Posted by feliciafranklin at 11:45 PM 0 comments
The Show Me State
So I've moved to my dads, here in Neosho, MO. A town with one major road..."The Boulevard" in which lies a Walmart, Taco Gringos (The best midnight snack you will ever have), McDonald's, and a few mom and pop places. Not much to do, to say the least. There's also a major generational sub-culture here...holiness pentecostal. There are 5 of these churches in this small town, one baptist church and one non-denominational church (that one being my dads). The majority of the population here are holiness, they believe that girls can't cut their hair, can't wear make-up, can't wear pants or do anything to your body that you weren't born w basically. Most of them are very religious people...following generational tradition from this town rather than focusing on truth. Most people here are born and raised here, and pretty much never move away. The majority of kids get married by 18, maybe 19. Which makes me an old maid here. I can't even count the number of times I've been asked if I'm dating someone seriously. My grandma keeps telling me "she's praying me in a man." Which is rather frightening. I'll willingly admit to being obsessed with romantic love. Meeting that one person you become one with; its beautiful. But after these first few days of being here...being married is something I feel like running from. At least in this environment. The other half of the population are the epitome of American rednecks. I mean dirty southern greasy sweaty...."my truck is bigger than yours" rednecks. The highlight of this weekend was a tractor-pull contest out at the fairgrounds. Wow. How entertaining. But I'm not here to categorize the people that live here, or ponder on the fun I might be having back in Nashville, I'm here to spend time with family. I'm here to hang out with my dad and get to know my siblings. Or at least that's what I'm trying to do.


My dad has been writing a column called "Signs Of The Times" for a weekly christian newsletter, they're actually quite interesting. I enjoyed reading them, I'll tell you right now I underestimate my father everyday.
Column One
Column Two
Posted by feliciafranklin at 1:01 AM 0 comments
03 July 2009
I've got dreams and I don't really want to put them down.
Here I go breaking my own heart again
I didn't know that things could get this out of hand
If I called home right now I know I'd get my share of advice
that I don't want but I might need
daddy says i didn't raise you to need a man
momma says it all hurts and find a good one if you can
oh they can't help their preachin
but they cant stop my reachin
for all the livin i ain't done yet
i got my own road to run
i know the truth is that they're usually right
but i got to point this steerin' wheel my own way
*Kacey Musgraves. Show was awesome. Love Her.
Posted by feliciafranklin at 4:29 PM 0 comments
05 June 2009
Save.
Tuesday I went to see UP, the new Disney-Pixar movie.
It's phenomenal, please do go see it.
Anyway, the entire movie is revolved around travel, and adventure. This couple who loves each other both want to go see the world and so when they get married they start saving coins and pennies in a jar and every so often the jar would get full, but their car would break down so they had to use the money to fix it and start over. Or someone would get sick and they had to use the money for doctors bill.
It hit my heart so hard because I feel like that is the story of my life. I want to go travel document the world, do missions but somehow money always gets in the way and as soon as I get a break from life something happens and I have to use the money that was going to go towards traveling. Its exhausting, really.
"You can do whatever you want", "Let your dreams take you where ever"
I'm trying to not sound pessimistic as much as I can, but those statements aren't even remotely true. You can dream all you want, you can fight for something and still not get it. And maybe it fell in to the lap of the person right next to you. Who knows.
It's just the realization that I'm not in control, therefor I can't MAKE things happen, if that's not the way its meant to be.
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