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'it's all in your mind', she said, 'the darkness and the light'
the clock it bleeds for you, but you never got the timing right.
i woke you up and i slit the throat of your confidence...
and we laughed in the night, and i felt all right.
the sun is intense during the limited time we have together. these days, always at that awkward angle, yellow-white blinding through the fall afternoon. that autumn feeling we had years ago is always in my eyes. my hoodie and i go gallivanting down hawthorne blvd. on my 3:30 lunch break. trustafarians and greenpeace cronies ask for spare change in their own clever ways. 'hey, man, do you like baby pandas?' no. i fucking hate baby pandas. yes, i'm registered to vote. no, i will not give you my fucking bank account number for greenpeace membership. yes, i'm fucking registered to vote! grungy minstrels walk by playing acoustic guitars. a white ray charles plays demented randy newman-esque keyboard songs over and over. drum circles, flapper girl bands and mandolin players compete for the nightlife's spare change. somehow they all come together in that cadence that only this city can create.
i am becoming addicted to bubble tea. it is the strangest, most fun beverage ever.
the nights get colder. i go bar hopping and fail to get anywhere. i make five minute friends on buses and find myself recognizing people in crowds. i still don't know any of them by name.
there are tunnels under the old downtown areas. back in the old days, there were trapdoors and hidden passageways in bars, brothels and hotels in the area. unsuspecting men would be drugged, dropped into the tunnels, and sold into labor in asia. the entrances still exist, somewhere. i must find them. this is my mission, even though the homeless people might have a secret society down there.
last night i went and saw two amazing bands. after wading through hipster hell, i wandered the streets of portland saturday night. i watched ambulances carve new traffic patterns through x-ed out clubgoers.
the nightlife is just not for me...
~the only person wandering portland in a third eye blind hoodie.
i'm the one for you cause i know all the dirty things you'd like to do
i'm the fear in your eyes, i'm the fire in your flies
i'm the sound that's buzzing around your head