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bingey purgey store action commenced with painting the interiors of the location with quease-inducing dayglo and black, all me and apop regs (melissa/tiffany/dustin) and one radio show host extraordinaire (ashley), and beer and the smiths on the stereo, and we ended up on an overhanging roof of the building, which offers quite a lovely view of the street, particularly after dark, where we sat and drank, and mused over how great it would be to live in the apartment that grants such particular roof access, especially on such a lovely near-springtimey night, and though it was hardly a reflective moment, the cronically-reflective smiths were still in my head, which is funny because i despise the smiths, and have luckily never had their weepy blather in my head before, but this time around, who could i deny it to?, descending minor guitar chords meshed well with the city streetlamp haloing and noiseless neighborhood presence, and there was chitterchatter, and that place would really be quite lovely to live in, and it would be really quite lovely to capture such priceless moments, as it would also be quite lovely to wash this paint off my hands, get the smiths out of my head, forestall a morning hangover, and do any number of things that require more than just effort. strike a match in the dark of immortality. anything lately has been more ephemeral than it probably used to be, yet seems so more deeply etched, lingering.

but i'm not always so buddy-buddy with sentimentality. especially because i'm becoming aware of how many people read this blog, and how much i'd rather eschew romanticism in the face of having to explain myself, as a person who, thus writing, could be considered articulate in such syrupy matters.

what i'd like to do is live upstairs and enjoy a rooftop in kind weather. probably not a whole helluva lot more.