Through the windswept coastal trees, where the dead come rising from the sea, with a teddy bear clamped between her knees she says Where can my loverman be?
The most amazing storm clouds came suddenly at work. I hung out the drive through window to look to see if a customer had pulled around and my hat was blown near clear of the parking lot. All grey and black with wrinkles and cracks of the pure fucking white, was the sky, running up on my tiny window. Peoples change started being blown from their hands. Our main power flickered off and on for almost half an hour, mainline to backup generator: backup-grey, powerline-white, backup-grey. Our Muzak was playing New Order and it was beautiful and ominous for a moment, as though something had actually changed. We never heard so much as a burp of thunder and I didnt see a spitsworth of rain, for all it promised, and the only thing soaking everyone was sweat.
Pass me that lovely little gun, my dear, my darling one Forgive us now for what we done, it started out as a bit of fun.
Ive sort of fallen in love with Providence and all that if might offer me by way of a future. Its small and gorgeous and cheap as all fuck (at least relative to Jersey and New York). There are so many great projects, political and artistic and the best yet: those that dont differentiate. It makes sense but the possible consequences gouge a fucking really big hole in me. I have two options and the results of both promise to be both wonderful and crushing in exactly opposite ways. I am so tired of indecision and contradiction on my part. I am so tired of just not knowing what I should do or what I want. Im also tired of it being hotter than two mice fucking in a wool sock.
The most amazing storm clouds came suddenly at work. I hung out the drive through window to look to see if a customer had pulled around and my hat was blown near clear of the parking lot. All grey and black with wrinkles and cracks of the pure fucking white, was the sky, running up on my tiny window. Peoples change started being blown from their hands. Our main power flickered off and on for almost half an hour, mainline to backup generator: backup-grey, powerline-white, backup-grey. Our Muzak was playing New Order and it was beautiful and ominous for a moment, as though something had actually changed. We never heard so much as a burp of thunder and I didnt see a spitsworth of rain, for all it promised, and the only thing soaking everyone was sweat.
Pass me that lovely little gun, my dear, my darling one Forgive us now for what we done, it started out as a bit of fun.
Ive sort of fallen in love with Providence and all that if might offer me by way of a future. Its small and gorgeous and cheap as all fuck (at least relative to Jersey and New York). There are so many great projects, political and artistic and the best yet: those that dont differentiate. It makes sense but the possible consequences gouge a fucking really big hole in me. I have two options and the results of both promise to be both wonderful and crushing in exactly opposite ways. I am so tired of indecision and contradiction on my part. I am so tired of just not knowing what I should do or what I want. Im also tired of it being hotter than two mice fucking in a wool sock.
signalnoise:
i was in providence this spring, and i sort of dug it. it felt very new englad - old and lots of character and stuff. but with enough people that it was still sort of cool.
fenianone:
man, hot. you should try this god foresaken place. they say "its a dry heat". yea cause it is so fucking hot all the water in a hnudred mile radius has fucking evaporated and long since vanished. i fell your pain. i am in a similar stuation, regarding the whole indecision ting..... i have nothing. no answers. what i do is ignore. i am a pro at pretending nothing is wrong and putting off the inevitable(i wish i could ucking spell). go where your heart takes you, so long as you are true to it.