Dec 16, 2004 12:37
DANCE PARTY in my room
We'll be the art-deco clowns, come on over…
Stealing music from online or (off line?)
can't be illegal if it brings this much happiness,
to cripples, small children and idiots.
I freaking swear.
Acid. Acid. Technicolor sonic booms. in my room. in my room.
My stuff floats around and around and the floor is liquid, where is that sound?? I’m swimming then rescued by my bed the tug boat, together we float. And the cat is my first mate... Ahoy! none of this is real or fake. We float along side by side.
My art paper is written while on four cups of coffee and the words are dancing.
And,
My cat ate my phone charger. also part of my leg.
When I got home last night I stayed up with coffee, music and old journals.
I like reading my old entries, I like myself like that.
Even though my writing makes me cringe.
I finally realized what is wrong with me- um yyyeeah.
I'm not normal.
No one is.
Jenn
… We're not mourning any more,
The analogue image hits our poor tired retinas,
We killed the digital whores last Thursday.