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Lately ive been trying to give up.. and it really isnt that hard... you just have to be really determined at it... No sun can change this.. its... scum... the real kind of breathing room they sell to you in back alleys.... Nobody wants to fix anything... everythings done... just done to be done... and thats how i feel now.. done... if i had any sense in me i would drop the guitar... if i had any sense in me i would write... and let the music be... You know, in these kind of places you really think about it so much... you think, how can so many people, at the very same time, be so stupid.. how can it function? I am a working artist.. they pay me to sit... the one thing im most terrified of... just sitting...
New york city... specifically brooklyn... is beautiful... like mad dreams... well lets say williamsburg.. haha ... old geometrical tenements all lined up.. as unimportant as the bricks they are composed of... only americans would pay out their ass just so they can live like poor european immigrants... hahahah.. i love it... i love the absurdist scenes played out in the area... the family parks filled with kids that looked like they just stepped off the set of some obscure movie about bohemianism in the 50s... its stimulating, it really is.... mike is quiet... eva cant stop talking... " Ahhhhh " and the steel stairs of the fire escape that hold the sill-flowers...
And i try not to think about evas legs when she talks... and i try not to adore her... and..
wait a second, since when do i try? since when do i care? this mind that was given to me.. how much has it really helped me since i moved here... maybe it got me some pussy.. ehh little bit... but what? While everyones just trying to put it out, im trying to light it up..
Still moving.. Still Breathing... still yearning
So heres to another night of pills, wine and impressions...
Gevench Year
Fuckin jews...
New york city... specifically brooklyn... is beautiful... like mad dreams... well lets say williamsburg.. haha ... old geometrical tenements all lined up.. as unimportant as the bricks they are composed of... only americans would pay out their ass just so they can live like poor european immigrants... hahahah.. i love it... i love the absurdist scenes played out in the area... the family parks filled with kids that looked like they just stepped off the set of some obscure movie about bohemianism in the 50s... its stimulating, it really is.... mike is quiet... eva cant stop talking... " Ahhhhh " and the steel stairs of the fire escape that hold the sill-flowers...
And i try not to think about evas legs when she talks... and i try not to adore her... and..
wait a second, since when do i try? since when do i care? this mind that was given to me.. how much has it really helped me since i moved here... maybe it got me some pussy.. ehh little bit... but what? While everyones just trying to put it out, im trying to light it up..
Still moving.. Still Breathing... still yearning
So heres to another night of pills, wine and impressions...
Gevench Year
Fuckin jews...