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Doing this and that and this and then some. Doing the heel toe through stomping grounds of old. It's like high school with a seedier pulse, making my face an indistinct mask and imprinting my soulstuff on wallpaper yellowed with nicotine. Residual impressions of a collegiate nonparticipant. Big words for a... fuck if I know.
It's been nifty, though. Watched The Illusionist, was okay. Ended up being spied by a friend from high school and whisked away into the limited social circumference that is Marietta, GA. Old dissociates were everywhere. Shit to avoid, for the most part. But I did see a couple old punk rockers from back in the day and had a decent time with them all.
The other night, the skies quit being so pretty. Something sinister in the menstrual-glow of a winter's solstice. The sky blood red with the sanguine breath of car exhaust and boredom. But it has a distinct taste all its own, suckling chemical burn in amber slashes across the sky. Ya dig?
It's been nifty, though. Watched The Illusionist, was okay. Ended up being spied by a friend from high school and whisked away into the limited social circumference that is Marietta, GA. Old dissociates were everywhere. Shit to avoid, for the most part. But I did see a couple old punk rockers from back in the day and had a decent time with them all.
The other night, the skies quit being so pretty. Something sinister in the menstrual-glow of a winter's solstice. The sky blood red with the sanguine breath of car exhaust and boredom. But it has a distinct taste all its own, suckling chemical burn in amber slashes across the sky. Ya dig?