Johnny knows passion
I check my e-mail and find all these strange things- an announcement from an artist informing me he has two pages in Vanity Fair this month. Who is this? I read and realize it's that guy who I met carrying a bunch of canvases on the street in NY last fall ::my friends yelling for me to come on and stop talking to every street artist:: An old, unwashed immigrant, I had thought he was kidding(or just delusional) about this big exhibit that Georgio Armani was sponsoring of his::my friends rolling their eyes::Well, guess I should have bought the piece I wanted when I could afford it. Dammit.Glad I gave him my e-mail though. Nice to see him being appreciated.
And then I open some other mail titled,"Are you living a passionate life?" I eagerly read, hoping someone wonderful, known or unknown, is about to help me add some passion to my life,something I've been yearning for,but it was a dirty aol trick, nothing passionate or personal at all. It was a goddamn ad for Harlequin romance books and I am feeling so pathetic for falling for it.And now the question is floating over me, lingering like a broken promise."Are you living a passionate life?" Fuck you,AOL.
And Johnny Cash has been making me blue all morning but I can't stop listening to him, like anything else that I usually listen to would be some kind of treachery.
"The beast in me
that everybody knows,
they've seen him out
dressed up in my clothes."
Tell it,Johnny, I'm here for you,buddy.
And then I open some other mail titled,"Are you living a passionate life?" I eagerly read, hoping someone wonderful, known or unknown, is about to help me add some passion to my life,something I've been yearning for,but it was a dirty aol trick, nothing passionate or personal at all. It was a goddamn ad for Harlequin romance books and I am feeling so pathetic for falling for it.And now the question is floating over me, lingering like a broken promise."Are you living a passionate life?" Fuck you,AOL.
And Johnny Cash has been making me blue all morning but I can't stop listening to him, like anything else that I usually listen to would be some kind of treachery.
"The beast in me
that everybody knows,
they've seen him out
dressed up in my clothes."
Tell it,Johnny, I'm here for you,buddy.