a night filled with boomshots. blood coming from deep ass scratches on my back. blood all over my sheets. tequila. cigarettes. more tequila, then whiskey. then passing out while she told me something really deep and really personal. apologizing. tears (hers). more playing. soft touches. cigarettes. leaning out my window heckling all the people leaving the bar downstairs. looking through my Francis Bacon book. water. naked, huddled under a blanket with the window open when it's 30 degrees outside, smoking and eating a sliced mango at 4:30 in the morning. not hearing the alarm, both late. all stones and smooth surfaces. records everywhere. shower curtain got ripped down at some point during the night. showering is way overrated anyway.
and here i am. deliriously tired. everything all hard edges and fonts and typing. i could really care less right now. shit is so trivial sometimes. for real, i've been trying to leave the country for so long and pussying out at the last second. i can't take another four years...if bush gets re-elected, i'm out. gone. new zealand, montreal, barcelona, prague, amsterdam, maui. somehwere where i can still do this stuff enough to get by, but do my own shit for awhile. forget about responsibilities and obligations. listen to things instead of people.
how corny am i? this is what drugs do to your brain. babies, please stay pretty and clap for the ladies. clap clap clap, shake shake shake. gotta get over before we go under, like JB said.
have you seen these guys? holy shit. they're going to be large and in charge soon.
i'm feeling all gross and emo right now. like happy to be alive and shit. thank you sneakers. thank you dunhill lights. thank you zipper that keeps things in pants. thank you Katie for being so damn adorable. thank you suicide girls for making space for useless blabbering like this,and for putting such pretty women up on my computer. thank you person who invented pink lemonade. thank you hipsters everywhere, for giving me things to make fun of.
gross. caffeine doesn't wake me up it just makes me emo. i'm going to go kick myself.
and here i am. deliriously tired. everything all hard edges and fonts and typing. i could really care less right now. shit is so trivial sometimes. for real, i've been trying to leave the country for so long and pussying out at the last second. i can't take another four years...if bush gets re-elected, i'm out. gone. new zealand, montreal, barcelona, prague, amsterdam, maui. somehwere where i can still do this stuff enough to get by, but do my own shit for awhile. forget about responsibilities and obligations. listen to things instead of people.
how corny am i? this is what drugs do to your brain. babies, please stay pretty and clap for the ladies. clap clap clap, shake shake shake. gotta get over before we go under, like JB said.
have you seen these guys? holy shit. they're going to be large and in charge soon.
i'm feeling all gross and emo right now. like happy to be alive and shit. thank you sneakers. thank you dunhill lights. thank you zipper that keeps things in pants. thank you Katie for being so damn adorable. thank you suicide girls for making space for useless blabbering like this,and for putting such pretty women up on my computer. thank you person who invented pink lemonade. thank you hipsters everywhere, for giving me things to make fun of.
gross. caffeine doesn't wake me up it just makes me emo. i'm going to go kick myself.