Carousel
I talk to you every now and then. I've never felt so alone again. Find myself at a wishing well. My mind's running like a carousel. Here I am standing on my own. Not a motion for the telephone. I know not a reason why solitude's a reason to die. Just you wait and see. How true love is a, it is an awful dream. Aren't you feeling alone? I guess it's just another, I guess it's just another, I'LL FIND A WAY TO STICK HIM, night alone. This verse has been running on repeat all day. Rings true.
I saw Last Days yesterday. Wow, how boring and depressing at the same time. It was beyond artsy but still struck a chord in my throat. Michael Pitt did a fabulous job playing a junkie. JUST PLAIN FABULOUS. I want to grow up with bruises on my arms. Anyways, yes go see it cause it's definitely worth seeing once. Of course, I'm gonna end up seeing it like five times cause I'm gonna drag every one of you to it. Oh, Boring Me is moving along slowly. I've written an album's worth of songs and plan to record in November (only six of them). Should be plenty of not so expensive fun. I must remember to put a nice big fat disclaimer in the sleeve of the what, ten copies that will ever be made, that it's all a big joke and I really don't have any feelings whatsoever and every word I sang was a big fat lie. It's half true. Half of it's fake and the other half I'll just have to lie about. Don't hate, congratulate? I'm left clueless on what to name the 4th song. It must be provocative and upsetting to atleast one person. Yah know, I can remember the exact day when I decided that I dont' care if I'm an asshole anymore. Or maybe I'm lying. The album's a lie. Dont' listen to it. You won't want to hear what I want to say. I swear to God I'll find a way to stick him. Night alone. Clay you must sit in with me on Son of a Gun. YOUR CULT STATUS WILL GIVE ME SOME SORT OF FOLK LEGITMACY. I'm a joke though so who knows.
I saw Last Days yesterday. Wow, how boring and depressing at the same time. It was beyond artsy but still struck a chord in my throat. Michael Pitt did a fabulous job playing a junkie. JUST PLAIN FABULOUS. I want to grow up with bruises on my arms. Anyways, yes go see it cause it's definitely worth seeing once. Of course, I'm gonna end up seeing it like five times cause I'm gonna drag every one of you to it. Oh, Boring Me is moving along slowly. I've written an album's worth of songs and plan to record in November (only six of them). Should be plenty of not so expensive fun. I must remember to put a nice big fat disclaimer in the sleeve of the what, ten copies that will ever be made, that it's all a big joke and I really don't have any feelings whatsoever and every word I sang was a big fat lie. It's half true. Half of it's fake and the other half I'll just have to lie about. Don't hate, congratulate? I'm left clueless on what to name the 4th song. It must be provocative and upsetting to atleast one person. Yah know, I can remember the exact day when I decided that I dont' care if I'm an asshole anymore. Or maybe I'm lying. The album's a lie. Dont' listen to it. You won't want to hear what I want to say. I swear to God I'll find a way to stick him. Night alone. Clay you must sit in with me on Son of a Gun. YOUR CULT STATUS WILL GIVE ME SOME SORT OF FOLK LEGITMACY. I'm a joke though so who knows.