Looook Einto My Eyes
Um, I'm still in a little bit of a trance. It's not the hangover. If it were that I'd be feeling a little depressed, too.
Last night, sitting face to face with Nina Hagen.
Chatting, she takes my hand, and is giving me advice. Ultimately it ends with "You WORRY, you worry for NO-THING!" It's a funny feeling when people give you permission. It's also funny the people we let give us permission. I would say that, depending on the vibe of the individual, I would pay some but not as much attention to a random person on the bus talking to me, giving me advice, than this rock star. But that would be mostly incorrect. I frequently talk with people on the bus and frequently take them seriously. But most of them aren't as (apparently) incredible and powerful and amazingly beautiful and there you go. I'm shallow. But today I'm not too worried about it.
Last night, sitting face to face with Nina Hagen.
Chatting, she takes my hand, and is giving me advice. Ultimately it ends with "You WORRY, you worry for NO-THING!" It's a funny feeling when people give you permission. It's also funny the people we let give us permission. I would say that, depending on the vibe of the individual, I would pay some but not as much attention to a random person on the bus talking to me, giving me advice, than this rock star. But that would be mostly incorrect. I frequently talk with people on the bus and frequently take them seriously. But most of them aren't as (apparently) incredible and powerful and amazingly beautiful and there you go. I'm shallow. But today I'm not too worried about it.