A BLUE YEAR, STARTING...
...FEELS LIKE ONE OF THOSE DAYS WHERE I SHOULD JUST GO BACK TO THE HEAVY CHAIN SMOKING AND CALL IT ANOTHER YEAR...and it's just as i'm beginning to polish it up near the end of december...sacking the last of the long distance relationships with one night flings, redecorating the place in the Feng Shui, disposing of the troubles of yesteryear's letters, polishing up all of those bad habits...
...and so, i packaged those records & copied cassettes to the x in good will...it was rare ultravox, john foxx and i think some kraftwerk...shipped out those better memories of the last recall of romance...and i feel like a shared tool, a plastic box, a degenerate slime...like nobody...
...so, it felt like it was going to be a better start of a year when i finally met that new somebody, but she has darker closets that she hides in with less clothing than mine...i'm playing the amy winehouse again...eating less with the urge to drink more, jolting pass the poking point of my heart to give in...
...almost had a pathetic thought of love and embracing and giving one inch of care to another human being...
...it was the bluest pump side of valves and skies and beautiful faces...bohemian.
...FEELS LIKE ONE OF THOSE DAYS WHERE I SHOULD JUST GO BACK TO THE HEAVY CHAIN SMOKING AND CALL IT ANOTHER YEAR...and it's just as i'm beginning to polish it up near the end of december...sacking the last of the long distance relationships with one night flings, redecorating the place in the Feng Shui, disposing of the troubles of yesteryear's letters, polishing up all of those bad habits...
...and so, i packaged those records & copied cassettes to the x in good will...it was rare ultravox, john foxx and i think some kraftwerk...shipped out those better memories of the last recall of romance...and i feel like a shared tool, a plastic box, a degenerate slime...like nobody...
...so, it felt like it was going to be a better start of a year when i finally met that new somebody, but she has darker closets that she hides in with less clothing than mine...i'm playing the amy winehouse again...eating less with the urge to drink more, jolting pass the poking point of my heart to give in...
...almost had a pathetic thought of love and embracing and giving one inch of care to another human being...
...it was the bluest pump side of valves and skies and beautiful faces...bohemian.
merlowe:
Is this a bad time to say Happy New year my friend!