alright, here's me first journal entry. just got done spinning at 111 Minna, where i played one of my best sets to practically no one (it was an early slot) only to be rewarded with drink tickets (which i can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing). in either case, Stella Artois is my lady.
transitions are very interesting. and as i pass through a miasma of convergences and emotions, i can only reflect:
i had been enveloped by a procession of time, stumbling through me, day after day, as i sought the numbing effects of pills and powder. every time the memory called me, an old lover, the scent of sex still lingering in my mind, the taste of sweat so near my tongue, but once the consummation, my dreams were bled, and out poured the realization she had never really loved me in the first place.
transitions are very interesting. and as i pass through a miasma of convergences and emotions, i can only reflect:
i had been enveloped by a procession of time, stumbling through me, day after day, as i sought the numbing effects of pills and powder. every time the memory called me, an old lover, the scent of sex still lingering in my mind, the taste of sweat so near my tongue, but once the consummation, my dreams were bled, and out poured the realization she had never really loved me in the first place.
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yes, it was a literal 'stick'. i know...