2008 with a bang
When i think of the end of 2008, it's going to sound like Gogol Bordello. It will feel like being smashed, unable to breathe without breaks in the waves, and being loved, randomly.
In the last hours of the year i bought new jewelry for my mods & currently they are half old, half new. I sat on a bus & leaned back against a well-traveled road.
Boston reminded me of where i had walked before, during a time when all i wanted to do was get away. During this visit, all i wanted was re-immersion. I wanted the muscles of my heart & brain to work overtime & communicate through the compressed discs in my spine.
I tasted a version of suburbia: it tasted like clean snow & booze. I tasted a system of youth spun through little restraint: it tasted like booze & a lot of bacon.
A friend & i exchanged presents: she gave me a book that i had finished reading a week ago & i gave her a shirt that doesn't fit her. :) I smelled a pine tree & ate clementines & played in the snow.
I wonder what i've learned from the grudges i've held.
Boston's Bacon Day 2008 was a huge bash. I wanted to race home to New York for NYE, but we sorta got snowed in. Honestly, it was only 3/4 the snow & 1/4 a blizzard of mixed feelings & power struggles. In the end, Boston was able to wrangle up a New York boy & New Year's Eve was spent wearing animal masks & finding intimate moments with the lovely people who had blurred in the raucous party of Bacon Day.
For all the chemistry & beer at the Crag, damn that house was cold. Boo to New England in the winter! Yay for Tj loaning me an argyle sweater. Yay for midnight kisses whenever midnight seems fit to happen.
New Year's morn was improvised hot chocolate & a Honey Dew donut let me keep a tradition. Peace is often too much to ask for. But...
In the last hours of the year i bought new jewelry for my mods & currently they are half old, half new. I sat on a bus & leaned back against a well-traveled road.
Boston reminded me of where i had walked before, during a time when all i wanted to do was get away. During this visit, all i wanted was re-immersion. I wanted the muscles of my heart & brain to work overtime & communicate through the compressed discs in my spine.
I tasted a version of suburbia: it tasted like clean snow & booze. I tasted a system of youth spun through little restraint: it tasted like booze & a lot of bacon.
A friend & i exchanged presents: she gave me a book that i had finished reading a week ago & i gave her a shirt that doesn't fit her. :) I smelled a pine tree & ate clementines & played in the snow.
I wonder what i've learned from the grudges i've held.
Boston's Bacon Day 2008 was a huge bash. I wanted to race home to New York for NYE, but we sorta got snowed in. Honestly, it was only 3/4 the snow & 1/4 a blizzard of mixed feelings & power struggles. In the end, Boston was able to wrangle up a New York boy & New Year's Eve was spent wearing animal masks & finding intimate moments with the lovely people who had blurred in the raucous party of Bacon Day.
For all the chemistry & beer at the Crag, damn that house was cold. Boo to New England in the winter! Yay for Tj loaning me an argyle sweater. Yay for midnight kisses whenever midnight seems fit to happen.
New Year's morn was improvised hot chocolate & a Honey Dew donut let me keep a tradition. Peace is often too much to ask for. But...