the lab
remember those nights when we were so enchanted with the world and how beautiful it could be?
finding a niche in the dirty world where barrels spill
water instead of oil, and
girls and boys with glasses hold hands while watching, and
the sight of it is just comforting (i don't know why).
and the taste and smell of coffee & tea
makes it complete,
as young girls we sip and when we sit back we swallow wisdom and breathe contentment.
it's like we finally understand each other
as the dust settles around us in this
little,
hidden place. so,
where did we become so disillusioned?
it happened as a result of too much MTV and too many blockbuster films where girls are too skinny to fit your arms around and it's uncool to eat anything but salad and the gorgeous guy with his expensive car and lavish z-gallerie studio apartment makes it with the supermodel girl and that's the easy end.
they all lied to us while singing
catchy pop-songs and wearing only slightly conceal-ing clothing
and we, envious and blinded by TOO much flesh & lipstick,
believed.
we believed then, somewhere back there, that none of us can be individual!!!
so... we buy the car and we buy the makeup and we sit in front of the tv for awhile and then in front of the mirror for an hour, hour and a half, with the picture ripped from the magazine taped to the mirror mimicking the celebrity, pretending we look like that, believing that they're really not airbrushed, wearing the sunglasses, carrying the purses, buying the $220 jeans that look like they were only $30 and have been worn to death (but that's the look we're going for, new), popping in the tunes, popping down the pills, puffing the joints and going to see "that one new ashton kutcher" movie, and talking and spitting and spurting bullshit out of super-shiny lips and getting laid and drunk and worrying about how we look when we go to the grocery store and ...
who, are we ?
finding a niche in the dirty world where barrels spill
water instead of oil, and
girls and boys with glasses hold hands while watching, and
the sight of it is just comforting (i don't know why).
and the taste and smell of coffee & tea
makes it complete,
as young girls we sip and when we sit back we swallow wisdom and breathe contentment.
it's like we finally understand each other
as the dust settles around us in this
little,
hidden place. so,
where did we become so disillusioned?
it happened as a result of too much MTV and too many blockbuster films where girls are too skinny to fit your arms around and it's uncool to eat anything but salad and the gorgeous guy with his expensive car and lavish z-gallerie studio apartment makes it with the supermodel girl and that's the easy end.
they all lied to us while singing
catchy pop-songs and wearing only slightly conceal-ing clothing
and we, envious and blinded by TOO much flesh & lipstick,
believed.
we believed then, somewhere back there, that none of us can be individual!!!
so... we buy the car and we buy the makeup and we sit in front of the tv for awhile and then in front of the mirror for an hour, hour and a half, with the picture ripped from the magazine taped to the mirror mimicking the celebrity, pretending we look like that, believing that they're really not airbrushed, wearing the sunglasses, carrying the purses, buying the $220 jeans that look like they were only $30 and have been worn to death (but that's the look we're going for, new), popping in the tunes, popping down the pills, puffing the joints and going to see "that one new ashton kutcher" movie, and talking and spitting and spurting bullshit out of super-shiny lips and getting laid and drunk and worrying about how we look when we go to the grocery store and ...
who, are we ?