I want more.

[fistfuloftheory]

Iggy Pop is my dad's age plus a hundred years. He has a beer belly full of scars and a dirty blonde horse mane that he probably never washes, but pukes on. He usually sings shirtless, except he doesn't sing. He screams every lyric as if he wants to punch you square in the face, he doesn't know you. He doesn't know you at all. One day, he screamed, not sang, this song, which, part of it, went, like,

I need to lead a dissipate existence
and play scratchy records
and enjoy my decline
with more divorce
more distance
more future
more culture

more.

more, more, more, more, more, more
more, more, more, more, more, more
more, more, more, more, more, more
more, more, more, more, more, more
more, more, more, more, more, more
more, more, more, more, more, more

And I thought, to get wasted poetically,
that's why I love that lyric so much, why I hate talking about real people, why I am half-and-half in my mind and in my heart but nowhere in my life.