Miromi.
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"SKETCHY BOYS"
"sketchy boys look the same wherever you go, in whatever country you live in. there was a sketchy boy we saw one early morning at 5am, young with peachy skin and droopy eyes with just enough style thrown into his fashion as to not make him look out of place, but there was still something wrong about the way his shoes, maybe tied a little too sloppily the wrong way, and the holes in his tilted sweatshirt. he sat without his bottom touching the ground with arms on his knees smoking and saying hello in a non creepy way before drawing you into a creepy conversation.
pretty girls look all the same too, now that you think about it, especially the japanese tourists with the blank expressions and fancy clothes traipsing around dirty basements. they say little and stare numbly ahead. these kinds of girls don't even promenade, they just stare zombified into space, and I think of how when we were teenagers my friends spent hours curling their hair and arranging their clothes so that they could go strutting around downtown in high heels and too much foundation and fake giggling personalities.
There are a lot of mohawks lately. It gets irritating because I used to identify people on my block by their mohawks, as there were only one or two diehard old school punk mohawks around a sea of shaved heads and long maned macho men. But now everyone has a mohawk, even the advertising executives at trendy noodle shops in London, and in a dark room with smoke there is nothing to hold me back from mistaking anyone from anyone anymore. There are all these young girls with mohawks too, which was something that was mostly boys, but now it's become unisex, and in the dark cellars where it is smoky you can see them huddled in corners whispering to each other and judging everyone.
The guys hanging onto the bar are always creepy. What if we threw out all the rules and made non creepy non sleazy pick up places? Isn't that what the internet has become now? So that women and men could meet and men and women and have interesting non sexual relationships and there would be no play of power and struggle, and a hello would not be hinged with so much tension, and no reason for jealousy or exploitation on anyone's part. Maybe this world would become very boring. So the girls at the bar are haughty, staring ahead, but flashing cleavage at the same time.
Why do the people who never dance bother to come? maybe just to watch or maybe they don't like dancing. maybe they enjoy sitting on dirty sofas and smoking endless chains of cigarettes and joints and screaming conversation to each other and destroying their eardrums. I think I remember what it was like to dance without really caring about the music and that's why I think it's not so fun. Strangely enough i can't have as much fun at punk shows anymore, where nobody really dances, and a song is dismissed if it is an anthem. Avail came through Berlin recently but I took a tram stop too far and was too lazy and tired to make my way back so I went with Karlien to a crazy reggae new wave party at Fischladen. I don't like these techno CDs where all the songs are exactly five minutes each.
when the sun rises it is usually Tias who says, "Look how beautiful the dawn is!" as I am nodding off. But this time i am the one who points out the orange and violet rimmed clouds and the golden light on all the construction sites. All the dirty boys and girls sit on filthy ground Indian style hitting on each other or asking for a light. There are three lesbians in flourescent green, orange and pink petticoats holding hands, laughing."
-MIROMI
"SKETCHY BOYS"
"sketchy boys look the same wherever you go, in whatever country you live in. there was a sketchy boy we saw one early morning at 5am, young with peachy skin and droopy eyes with just enough style thrown into his fashion as to not make him look out of place, but there was still something wrong about the way his shoes, maybe tied a little too sloppily the wrong way, and the holes in his tilted sweatshirt. he sat without his bottom touching the ground with arms on his knees smoking and saying hello in a non creepy way before drawing you into a creepy conversation.
pretty girls look all the same too, now that you think about it, especially the japanese tourists with the blank expressions and fancy clothes traipsing around dirty basements. they say little and stare numbly ahead. these kinds of girls don't even promenade, they just stare zombified into space, and I think of how when we were teenagers my friends spent hours curling their hair and arranging their clothes so that they could go strutting around downtown in high heels and too much foundation and fake giggling personalities.
There are a lot of mohawks lately. It gets irritating because I used to identify people on my block by their mohawks, as there were only one or two diehard old school punk mohawks around a sea of shaved heads and long maned macho men. But now everyone has a mohawk, even the advertising executives at trendy noodle shops in London, and in a dark room with smoke there is nothing to hold me back from mistaking anyone from anyone anymore. There are all these young girls with mohawks too, which was something that was mostly boys, but now it's become unisex, and in the dark cellars where it is smoky you can see them huddled in corners whispering to each other and judging everyone.
The guys hanging onto the bar are always creepy. What if we threw out all the rules and made non creepy non sleazy pick up places? Isn't that what the internet has become now? So that women and men could meet and men and women and have interesting non sexual relationships and there would be no play of power and struggle, and a hello would not be hinged with so much tension, and no reason for jealousy or exploitation on anyone's part. Maybe this world would become very boring. So the girls at the bar are haughty, staring ahead, but flashing cleavage at the same time.
Why do the people who never dance bother to come? maybe just to watch or maybe they don't like dancing. maybe they enjoy sitting on dirty sofas and smoking endless chains of cigarettes and joints and screaming conversation to each other and destroying their eardrums. I think I remember what it was like to dance without really caring about the music and that's why I think it's not so fun. Strangely enough i can't have as much fun at punk shows anymore, where nobody really dances, and a song is dismissed if it is an anthem. Avail came through Berlin recently but I took a tram stop too far and was too lazy and tired to make my way back so I went with Karlien to a crazy reggae new wave party at Fischladen. I don't like these techno CDs where all the songs are exactly five minutes each.
when the sun rises it is usually Tias who says, "Look how beautiful the dawn is!" as I am nodding off. But this time i am the one who points out the orange and violet rimmed clouds and the golden light on all the construction sites. All the dirty boys and girls sit on filthy ground Indian style hitting on each other or asking for a light. There are three lesbians in flourescent green, orange and pink petticoats holding hands, laughing."
-MIROMI