paolodesade

I'm not really in the mood for this shit,
I don't think I care much for humans anymore,
Why do I fucking bother?

I went to a reading last night,
Richard Hell, what a Voidoid,
He talked about the "seedyness of portland,
How you could almost smell the drugs and decay in the air,
I loved it.
He then read a passage from his book,
a very graphic gay sex scene,
it had the audience squirming in their seats,
I really loved that.
Then they all asked about him music days,
and he clearly wanted to talk about writing,
and poetry,
not what was, once apon a time,
but they just kept asking about "then",
finally he stopped taking questions,
and went to sign books.
I left,
I didn't want to listen to their questions anymore,
and I knew that they would keep asking him more about "then" anyway.

I went for a walk up and down Hawthorne,
I haven't been out there at night in over ten years,
other than the yuppy shops, and all the cars parked on the street with california plates,
it was about the same as I remember.
Trying so hard to be trendy and hip and artistic,
and at the same time,
pretending to not care about being,
trendy and hip,
just wanting to be artistic.
and the faint scent of urine and pot smoke,
the smells of unwashed street people,
mixed with the designer perfumes of the yuppies,
and the smell of new 50 thousand $ sports car,
as the door opens,
letting out the expensive girls,
in their expensive outfits,
$200 jeans trying to look like good will trash.

Whatever....


I'm done...for awhile...for awhile.