I miss the days before there was internet
Getting a picture in my head, the memory of leaning on Ken's van talking to him while he sat in the driver's seat and him looking like a satisfied cat that just ate the canary...it was a warm day. His friend was sitting in the passenger seat. We had many moments like that. At his house listening to Ritual de lo Habitual by Janes Addiction. Me on the floor holding him.. I do miss him...but it is yet another thing I cannot change since he had to be a flake and run off to the west coast and get married. I remember him after his band played at the pizza parlor inPA grabbing me and twirling me around so fast my feet left the floor. Those were more simple times...people were nicer or rather it was easier to avoid the bitches and bastards in the world, unlike here on this blasted black magical box, this 4th dimension where people in the comfort of their homes choose to unleash their id upon the world, harrassing people by accusing them of being trolls and telling them their lives are worthless. And they feel no guilt about it because said "troll" doesn't really exist as a genuine human to them.
I can't live a real life being on this thing.
There is the sound of rain falling gently outside. I cannot call the tattoo parlor tomorrow because they aren't open. Not sure if I'll have a chance Tues. So maybe Wednesday. And hopefully get to talk to them on Thursday somehow.
Maybe I will dye my hair a darker blue later on when the sun comes up.
I used to know the bass line to the really long song that starts the second side of Ritual...why can't I remember the name of the song? Three Days?
There's something soulless about the generation born in the 80s. Well not to say everyone born then was soulless, but there's a sense of entitlement that they have that is really fucking aggravating. Most of them that I've encountered.
Ken come back home.
We can string Christmas lights all over the rooms and light candles and just chill with some beer or whatever since you don't smoke the mary anymore. We'll light some incense and hold each other just like we used to do.Now I am crying. Silly girl. It's just memories.
I can't live a real life being on this thing.
There is the sound of rain falling gently outside. I cannot call the tattoo parlor tomorrow because they aren't open. Not sure if I'll have a chance Tues. So maybe Wednesday. And hopefully get to talk to them on Thursday somehow.
Maybe I will dye my hair a darker blue later on when the sun comes up.
I used to know the bass line to the really long song that starts the second side of Ritual...why can't I remember the name of the song? Three Days?
There's something soulless about the generation born in the 80s. Well not to say everyone born then was soulless, but there's a sense of entitlement that they have that is really fucking aggravating. Most of them that I've encountered.
Ken come back home.
We can string Christmas lights all over the rooms and light candles and just chill with some beer or whatever since you don't smoke the mary anymore. We'll light some incense and hold each other just like we used to do.Now I am crying. Silly girl. It's just memories.