spoons (youve got nazi gold!)
I was desperately trying to rollerskate, but as it turns out the cheap black wheels i bought were broken as broke could be. I took them to the roller rink hoping that much like a bowling alley the roller rink would have a pro shop, but I was informed that it didnt quite work like that. spoons. In fact on the days that the roller rink was not open it became a studio for music, there was a drum class going on in one of the party rooms. And as i got closer, i realized that there were whole sections of this building i had never seen, a secret adult area, not a secret but not obvious. There was a snack machine conveyor belt that belonged to the old theater, the old theater that became the roller rink the roller rink that became the old theater once again, and now I have a show. My show is going good, I am carried away and in the middle of me trying to fumble tune my guitar, house lights go up and the show is cut off!
Times up homie, wesley tells me. i had totally forgotten and carried myself away in the act. spoons.
Kaylan was at the show, of course, and for some reason out of the blue she was ready to talk.
A newspaper was there to interview us, seperately but together. I hid from people I knew and waited on Kaylan, I wanted to make a great impression, I wanted the longing in her to ache and boil, some part of me wondered if that was even happening, like a fish on a line I struggled to act normal.
We talked, I touched her, she told me about being a depressed supermodel in a sort of tongue in cheek sort of way. spoons. But I knew her once, easily as well as I know her now. I miss her in her plain clothes with her love handles and her worries, those early photos burn a hole in my hard drive, and why would I have had to burn those naked photos if she was going to undress in a film anyways? spoons. All of this as we stroll, and the cameras roll, and there is the city museum, and here is another story ripping apart at the seams, and her. Spoons. Lord I lose her in the tour and end up on the steps of a more stately mansion, this place is full of absolute crazies, the craziest crazies, a man who rails about conspiracies and ghosts and all things im interested in. Allthough he has a much more racist attitude than Id prefer.
As do they all.
Spoons.
Times up homie, wesley tells me. i had totally forgotten and carried myself away in the act. spoons.
Kaylan was at the show, of course, and for some reason out of the blue she was ready to talk.
A newspaper was there to interview us, seperately but together. I hid from people I knew and waited on Kaylan, I wanted to make a great impression, I wanted the longing in her to ache and boil, some part of me wondered if that was even happening, like a fish on a line I struggled to act normal.
We talked, I touched her, she told me about being a depressed supermodel in a sort of tongue in cheek sort of way. spoons. But I knew her once, easily as well as I know her now. I miss her in her plain clothes with her love handles and her worries, those early photos burn a hole in my hard drive, and why would I have had to burn those naked photos if she was going to undress in a film anyways? spoons. All of this as we stroll, and the cameras roll, and there is the city museum, and here is another story ripping apart at the seams, and her. Spoons. Lord I lose her in the tour and end up on the steps of a more stately mansion, this place is full of absolute crazies, the craziest crazies, a man who rails about conspiracies and ghosts and all things im interested in. Allthough he has a much more racist attitude than Id prefer.
As do they all.
Spoons.