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i think i really want to drop out of school and move to a tiny loft on
mont royal & have people over for cake & champagne breakfasts and play
the vu ultra rare trax on vinyl and wear floral cotton dresses and
glitter eyeshadow and feathers in my hair.
i remember how jacob & matt used to try to convince me to go to the
abandoned train tracks with them where godspeed recorded an album and
i didnt want to because they were juliens favorite band and i can't go
there i think, it would be emotionally messy, mess of emotions black
emperor.
why am i in school? i feel like my trained thinking patterns are just
necessary because i feel like or i felt like i needed to adjust, but
im adjusted now so i think its ok to start and be different again.
maybe im wrong, i dont know kitty kat, what do you think?
i sat across a girl that was a stranger in a diner this morning and
she had both wings of her nose pierced and it reminded me of the
winter princess that had big glittering rubies in her nose and lived
in a house with dead butterflies on every inch of the wall. i didnt
tell her that though.
i think i want to drop out of school and just work maybe at a little
coffee shop and make chai lattes with sprinkles in heart shapes and
smile real smiles at rainy people and add fortune cookies from my own
private stash to black coffee orders. hannah said i should buy a
tophat and i think i should, too. i dreamt that the hair on my head
fell out in a very straight line but it didnt look oriental or smart,
just very disturbing and i looked for something to put on my head but
the discount shops i went to only had strange toques i think they are
called with silly, too-subtle-to-be-ironic labels.
i would like to buy a real phone with a real dialler and not have a
cellphone, i dont think being available all the time is the best thing
for anyone's health. i think we should all combine our talents and
smartness and build a time machine so we can go back to the film noir
era and everybody would smoke and there would be no prejudice.
we could all go to a tiny babyblue painted bar and stand by the
jukebox and laugh about innocent things and walk home, girls in
skirts. i think that could be fun.