fck yh!
Days like today remind me to breathe.
and make me smile.
I spent the week sick in a bed that wasn't mine,
half-way across this country from anyone that invigorates me...
today was worth this week.
Lunch with friends (Greg and Bonnie) at Red Robin (where Doug and Alyssa work!)
dinner at Thai Noodle House with my spiritual guide Rachel G, I missed her greatly.
my fortune cookie says "You are about to receive a big compliment".
Rachel's says "You are a strong and caring friend", damn true.
We smoked Hookah at Casbah, where they played "Rock the Casbah" (It was 70's night, they also played Stayin' Alive, great!)
Rachel taught me to blow smoke rings and told me I'm capable of anything...
She entertained the room with her knowledge of anatomy,
the differences between stripper-butt and cowboy-butt (everyone has one or the other).
Then it was to a large happenin party where I saw so many people I'd been missing.
Conversations on every porch smoking poison and drinking poison.
Goodtime walked with me to Walgreens and said:
"I've determined, out of all of them, you are the only sensible one".
My fortune cookie was so right.
I'm finding my place somewhere today,
I'm finding some peace somewhere today,
Rachel said my soul is massive and spreads everywhere,
it's a beautiful thought and a truth too easy to forget,
I am not the me you know and never will be,
you will never know all of me
because I am the solitary everything.
A puzzle piece with a million curvy arms that point in every direction,
I strive to touch every other piece of the puzzle,
to pull them together and show them to eachother.
Today I am a concrete foundation,
tomorrow I am the front door,
last week I built the fucking house.
A billion years ago I was a tiny part of some god,
and I'm only looking for that tiny part in you.
I don't need anything else but the connection,
so give your idle chatter
your transparent intentions
your passionless lust
to some other sucker
all I want is to hear a goddamned joke,
a good one.
make me laugh, or teach me something interesting,
like how to blow smoke rings...
everyone inside is dancing to Soulja Boy and the least you could do is
keep me out here in this cold with some conversation that feels like fireworks look.
Gerch is full of wisdom,
she says keep it natural,
"do some weed, do some shrooms, but stay off the damn coke!"
that makes me laugh, but this party is boring.
I drive Alyssa home, but first we stop at Taco C.
That place is always nutty on a Saturday night at 2AM, especially the restroom.
Drunk guys stand at urinals for what seems like hours,
they've gotta be emptying more than their bladders.
Again, it's worth it.
Nothing better than a burrito and queso at the end of a good long day.
I'm lucky, Alyssa lives in the really nice neighborhood,
the one with all the hills and dark golf course expanses,
there's not another car on the road and I'm free to roll my windows down and
fucking jam
to some KVRX. God Bless KVRX. They gave me free concert tickets for tomorrow night too, anyone free?
I could drive around nice suburban neighborhoods with all the windows down
blaring good music
and smoking p-funks
forever.
Good night world.
Good night me.
Check these out (courtesy of KVRX):
Chicago Falcon - Budos Band (Washington Sq Kids Remix feat. Wale)
Crimewave - Crystal Castles
Thanks for reading,
-Phil
and make me smile.
I spent the week sick in a bed that wasn't mine,
half-way across this country from anyone that invigorates me...
today was worth this week.
Lunch with friends (Greg and Bonnie) at Red Robin (where Doug and Alyssa work!)
dinner at Thai Noodle House with my spiritual guide Rachel G, I missed her greatly.
my fortune cookie says "You are about to receive a big compliment".
Rachel's says "You are a strong and caring friend", damn true.
We smoked Hookah at Casbah, where they played "Rock the Casbah" (It was 70's night, they also played Stayin' Alive, great!)
Rachel taught me to blow smoke rings and told me I'm capable of anything...
She entertained the room with her knowledge of anatomy,
the differences between stripper-butt and cowboy-butt (everyone has one or the other).
Then it was to a large happenin party where I saw so many people I'd been missing.
Conversations on every porch smoking poison and drinking poison.
Goodtime walked with me to Walgreens and said:
"I've determined, out of all of them, you are the only sensible one".
My fortune cookie was so right.
I'm finding my place somewhere today,
I'm finding some peace somewhere today,
Rachel said my soul is massive and spreads everywhere,
it's a beautiful thought and a truth too easy to forget,
I am not the me you know and never will be,
you will never know all of me
because I am the solitary everything.
A puzzle piece with a million curvy arms that point in every direction,
I strive to touch every other piece of the puzzle,
to pull them together and show them to eachother.
Today I am a concrete foundation,
tomorrow I am the front door,
last week I built the fucking house.
A billion years ago I was a tiny part of some god,
and I'm only looking for that tiny part in you.
I don't need anything else but the connection,
so give your idle chatter
your transparent intentions
your passionless lust
to some other sucker
all I want is to hear a goddamned joke,
a good one.
make me laugh, or teach me something interesting,
like how to blow smoke rings...
everyone inside is dancing to Soulja Boy and the least you could do is
keep me out here in this cold with some conversation that feels like fireworks look.
Gerch is full of wisdom,
she says keep it natural,
"do some weed, do some shrooms, but stay off the damn coke!"
that makes me laugh, but this party is boring.
I drive Alyssa home, but first we stop at Taco C.
That place is always nutty on a Saturday night at 2AM, especially the restroom.
Drunk guys stand at urinals for what seems like hours,
they've gotta be emptying more than their bladders.
Again, it's worth it.
Nothing better than a burrito and queso at the end of a good long day.
I'm lucky, Alyssa lives in the really nice neighborhood,
the one with all the hills and dark golf course expanses,
there's not another car on the road and I'm free to roll my windows down and
fucking jam
to some KVRX. God Bless KVRX. They gave me free concert tickets for tomorrow night too, anyone free?
I could drive around nice suburban neighborhoods with all the windows down
blaring good music
and smoking p-funks
forever.
Good night world.
Good night me.
Check these out (courtesy of KVRX):
Chicago Falcon - Budos Band (Washington Sq Kids Remix feat. Wale)
Crimewave - Crystal Castles
Thanks for reading,
-Phil