how the fuck do you bandage up your insides.
the pizza was the best that there was.
and my excitement was overflowing and rubbing off onto maz.
baltic played fucking great.
and everyone was funny as fuck. especially the conservatives.
and especially those who had to conceal their animalism from the conservatives.
and the dogs were doggy.
then i stopped talking and started listening, for maybe six hoursm - possibly longer. and for the time that i was listening to this beautiful soul speak - my hardest struggle was to try and let my eyes suck back the tears that kept swelling up.
a few times there was too much swelling, and i moved closer to the smoke coming from the fire and pretended to be ever so bothered, about the smoke.
i was fucking paralysed by the one sided conversation.
and i didn't know what to do, so i kept listening, which only cut me up more.
and when the surrealism crept on, when it became apparent that i was too hopeless to find soothing words for a friend who has undergone a metamorphosis - i began to panic, and the physical comfort that i resorted to wore off quickly, and i found myself in the same position that i am in now.
helpless. and buried underneath you.
the whole way home in the car with maz - i had to clench my fists.
never been here, never coming back.
never wanna think about the things that happened today.
wanna lay down, on the warm ground.
think i'm gonna need a little time to myself
dont fall down now
you will never get up.
don't fall down now.
don't fall down now.
don't fall down now.
you will never get up.
don't fall down now.
and my excitement was overflowing and rubbing off onto maz.
baltic played fucking great.
and everyone was funny as fuck. especially the conservatives.
and especially those who had to conceal their animalism from the conservatives.
and the dogs were doggy.
then i stopped talking and started listening, for maybe six hoursm - possibly longer. and for the time that i was listening to this beautiful soul speak - my hardest struggle was to try and let my eyes suck back the tears that kept swelling up.
a few times there was too much swelling, and i moved closer to the smoke coming from the fire and pretended to be ever so bothered, about the smoke.
i was fucking paralysed by the one sided conversation.
and i didn't know what to do, so i kept listening, which only cut me up more.
and when the surrealism crept on, when it became apparent that i was too hopeless to find soothing words for a friend who has undergone a metamorphosis - i began to panic, and the physical comfort that i resorted to wore off quickly, and i found myself in the same position that i am in now.
helpless. and buried underneath you.
the whole way home in the car with maz - i had to clench my fists.
never been here, never coming back.
never wanna think about the things that happened today.
wanna lay down, on the warm ground.
think i'm gonna need a little time to myself
dont fall down now
you will never get up.
don't fall down now.
don't fall down now.
don't fall down now.
you will never get up.
don't fall down now.