She's her own invention

She's a sad tomato

Working on my novel, and enjoying the rediscovery of the R.E.M. of my high school and college years. “Nightswimming” nearly made me tear up. “These things go away, replaced by everyday.” Their songwriting is fabulous; I really appreciate it so much more as a middle-aged woman.

Now “Crush with Eyeliner”: “She’s a sad tomato, she’s three miles of bad road.” As Stephen King says, jumped up Jesus on a pogo stick. :D (Sorry, Mom.) I have no idea what a sad tomato is, but I also know exactly what a sad tomato is.

I love the allusions to Frankenstein, and therefore to his Bride. Pieces and parts, baby, we’re all just pieces and parts. Just like Lynch’s ear next to the white picket fence design. Sorry, I am a little punchy from all this work, and Blue Velvet just popped into my head. Maybe it’s Josh Malerman’s fault, my horror author friend, for talking about David Lynch for the past two solid weeks. That reminds me, I need to hang up Laura Palmer’s senior portrait in my home office. She needs a frame—it’s gilded in the show, right? My little office is horror-themed; I’ll take photos.

Oh, what was I saying? Think I need to hydrate. I’m a real sad tomato. Back to work. “Bang and Blame” has started. Going to hit 50,000 words today if my body and brain allow.

Oh! Redesigned my Substack’s front page to incorporate tags. Pulled in “book reviews”, “favorite books”, “my writing”, and “disability”. I like it! Nice touch, if I do say so myself. Have a look and let me know. I am going to slowly import my website entries and point my domain here. Getting too old to mess with WordPress and MySQL anymore. There’s always some need from them and some tweak I have to make or security issue I have to respond to, and I am disabled and in pain, and the bs is getting old.

Damn it, “Radio Free Europe”. It’s been too long of a day to chair dance.

Oh, yeah. “Crush with Eyeliner”. I really need some Gatorade. The scatter has infected my brain.

I know you
I know you've seen her
She's a sad tomato
She's three miles of bad road
Walking down the street
Will I never meet her?
She's a real woman-child
Oh, my kiss breath turpentine

I am smitten
I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing)
Have you seen her come around?
My crush with eyeliner

I'm in like
I'm infatuated
It's all too much pressure
She's all that I can take
What position should I wear?
Cop an attitude? (You faker)
How can I convince her? (Faker)
That I'm invented, too, yeah

I am smitten
I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing)
We all invent ourselves
And you know me

Yeah
She's a sad tomato
She's three miles of bad road
She's her own invention (She's her own invention)
That gets me in the throat
What can I make myself be?
Life is strange, yeah (Life is strange)
What can I make myself be (Faker)
To make her mine?

I am smitten
I'll do anything (I'll do anything)
A kiss breath turpentine
My crush with eyeliner

I am smitten
You know me (Yeah, you know me)
I could be your Frankenstein
My crush with eyeliner
I am smitten
I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing)
Won't you be my valentine?
My crush with eyeliner