someday, you will get the best of me
back from bumbershoot. saw a lot. breathed in a alot.
stood admist druken frat boys at the wu tang concert,
hood popped, hands making that annoying "W"
screaming "wu tang clan ain't nutin' to fuck wit"
i can't explain why
but oh my god.
kings of leon and black rebel motocycle club and devendra banhart.
if devendra were my friend, everything would be okay. everything would be like incense and wood floors and blankets and wine and plaid and lumpy homemade cake.
if the man from gogol bordello were my friend, life would be an eternal and wild gypsy party.
instead im always waiting. confused, always, suspended in air, breathing in clouds. mailing things and drawing buckets of blueberries. letters to drew and hannah.
you, him and him. the lord, devil and him. couldn't have paid me to believe it'd turn out this way, with these people. it's like someone picked the most unlikely people for me to get involved with and inserted them suddenly, meaningfully into my life. i am enjoying it from a distance but hating it up close.
i think we will be together someday. all of them and i.
