DRUNKEN RAMBLINGS OF A SELF-CENTERED BASTARD...
...WAS SORT OF GLAD THAT THE COLD MEDS I TOOK WORKED AS A TRANQUILIZER DURING THIS DATE TONIGHT...although she was a really nice, sweet girl...a native new yorker...that doesn't mean a thing because she's as glued to the media and cheap self-hazard crap tunes/tv programs as the rest the blank generation living in holes these days...
...and it was about the movie...our conversation...was interrupted by the film...the flick became disrupted by one too many text messages with annoying tone rings...while that ride in the car was muted by bad whiny metal bands who must have written the tunes with a shot gun held to their heads by either the record label or their own bloody fingers...
...driving in a mini-van cruiser...loaded with a DVD player and TV to go...all spanked out...a family wagon dressed to kill...was everything i dreaded these days...and...i never bothered to ask her if she shopped at walmart, thanks to the cold meds...
...but she was a really butterscotchy girl with lots of things in common with the world i know...and i really liked her a lot, but i can't really relate too much to this world that restrains me of ideas and possibility...that kind of imagery just makes me drink a lot...AND...i figured by the moment i left her place: I REALLY SHOULD BE DRINKING.
...WAS SORT OF GLAD THAT THE COLD MEDS I TOOK WORKED AS A TRANQUILIZER DURING THIS DATE TONIGHT...although she was a really nice, sweet girl...a native new yorker...that doesn't mean a thing because she's as glued to the media and cheap self-hazard crap tunes/tv programs as the rest the blank generation living in holes these days...
...and it was about the movie...our conversation...was interrupted by the film...the flick became disrupted by one too many text messages with annoying tone rings...while that ride in the car was muted by bad whiny metal bands who must have written the tunes with a shot gun held to their heads by either the record label or their own bloody fingers...
...driving in a mini-van cruiser...loaded with a DVD player and TV to go...all spanked out...a family wagon dressed to kill...was everything i dreaded these days...and...i never bothered to ask her if she shopped at walmart, thanks to the cold meds...
...but she was a really butterscotchy girl with lots of things in common with the world i know...and i really liked her a lot, but i can't really relate too much to this world that restrains me of ideas and possibility...that kind of imagery just makes me drink a lot...AND...i figured by the moment i left her place: I REALLY SHOULD BE DRINKING.