epithet

i'm still here because
i've got nothing else to do
you're an asshole
but i'm getting used to you
i like the fact that
you talk incessantly
i got a thing for assholes
who tell good stories

i think that drinking
is the only thing that you do right
you're gonna self-destruct
i think that's what i like
you like me so you try and make me
feel like shit
i think it's kind of funny yeah
i kind of enjoy it

if you're gonna do it, overdo it
that's how you know you're alive
go ahead, take yourself a coma nap
take a puddle dive

you said, this is my bedroom window
you said, this is my view
you said, lie down here with me
and see the things that i do
like you were trying to tell me something
about the way you live
like you would give me something
if you had something to give

and for all your talk
you don't say much that's real
i think i know more than you
about the way that you feel
i understand your anger
and your apathy
i think if i was you,
you're who i'd be

i'm still here
'cause i got nothing else to do
you're an asshole but
i'm getting used to you
i could love you, yeah
i've entertained the thought
but i could never like you
so i guess i'd better not

i kept that up because i like it, and sucks to you if you don't!
onward! --->

went to dante's last night with a couple of friends to see camero hair. check those fuckers out if you get the chance. also, check out the new black, they put on a great show. what an amazing stage presence, ye-owch!
so, umm, yeah. after the show i was supposed to meet my friends back at their house, but i was distracted by a hot skater boy while at a stop light on burnside and mlk. him and his friend needed a ride home & really, who am i to deny a ride to a hot skater boy? (plus, they only lived like 10 blocks from where i was going.) anyways, i spent the whole night partying with these fuckin' crazy ass skater kids rather than going to my friends' house. there was blood shed, beer, punk rock, lots of skating and all out physical brawling. yes yes, good times indeed. sometime around 3:30 the party had dwindled down to me and the hot skater boy. we stayed up til well past sunrise, playing music and laughing. random. strange. really fucking cool. t'was a good night... we have an evil plot to make a habit of the whole mess.
sometimes i fucking hate portland... it's a city, yes, but there is such a small town feel to it. i hardly ever go anywhere where i don't know somebody or see somebody that i recognize. other times, that small town feeling is sort of cool. like not having to feel scared to pick up some people on the street... we live in a culture of fear & that hurts us all in so many ways. if i hadn't picked those boys up (if i had been too scared... or maybe decided to err on the side of caution), i wouldn't have had such a great night. i wouldn't have made these new friends. my thoughts, as i have put them here today are incomplete. if i were to fully explain what i mean by "culture of fear" and such, it would take pages. and time. i'm sure though, that most people who are paying attention have heard that phrase & know all that it entails. and for those of you who haven't heard it, look around, open your eyes... stop living like a prisoner. most people, i think, are not out to get you (or such has been my experience).
moral: pick up hitch hikers on e. burnside at 1:30 in the morning.
ciao!