The cave is due for some spring cleaning.
So winter is coming to an end, and I am in spring heat. The eight-degrees of fag small gay little world crew has all paired off I suppose....it makes me want to vomit and I know there is probably and std circulating around there somewhere....cough*gAIDS*cough.
I don't know what I am going to do. My disinterest in people is almost sad. I just have got to the point where I don't care anymore, and no part of me inside wants to give an effort toward finding somebody. My cave is full I guess, maybe it's time for some spring cleaning.
Maybe relocation is the trick?
Oh yeah here are things that piss me off about gay boys in colorado:
indie synth noise music taste
myspace
pot
nosey fag hag entourage
urbannn
ok i'm stoping i'll rant for hours
I do love okkervil though:
Once we get to the end of this song, then it will begin again.” So you said in our bed. I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin. “So take your medicine and I won’t ask where you’ve been. Live your lost weekend, I know you’ve wanted it. Get big, little kid. And I can't say why each day doesn’t quite fit the space we saved for it.” But if that space now demands that you throw up both your hands and call it quits... “Take your midnight trip. I know you’ve dreamed of it. Walk your sunset strip, because I think you’ve needed it to get big, little kid. But just remember that our love only got this good because of the younger days that you'd like to outstrip. So drink your cup down to the dregs and leave that club on shaking legs with another guy, but remember: I'm not him. Take your medicine and I won=t ask where you’ve been. Live your lost weekend, I know you’ve wanted it. Get big, little kid. And once we get to the end of this song, then another will begin.
And this man..
I don't know what I am going to do. My disinterest in people is almost sad. I just have got to the point where I don't care anymore, and no part of me inside wants to give an effort toward finding somebody. My cave is full I guess, maybe it's time for some spring cleaning.
Maybe relocation is the trick?
Oh yeah here are things that piss me off about gay boys in colorado:
indie synth noise music taste
myspace
pot
nosey fag hag entourage
urbannn
ok i'm stoping i'll rant for hours
I do love okkervil though:
Once we get to the end of this song, then it will begin again.” So you said in our bed. I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin. “So take your medicine and I won’t ask where you’ve been. Live your lost weekend, I know you’ve wanted it. Get big, little kid. And I can't say why each day doesn’t quite fit the space we saved for it.” But if that space now demands that you throw up both your hands and call it quits... “Take your midnight trip. I know you’ve dreamed of it. Walk your sunset strip, because I think you’ve needed it to get big, little kid. But just remember that our love only got this good because of the younger days that you'd like to outstrip. So drink your cup down to the dregs and leave that club on shaking legs with another guy, but remember: I'm not him. Take your medicine and I won=t ask where you’ve been. Live your lost weekend, I know you’ve wanted it. Get big, little kid. And once we get to the end of this song, then another will begin.
And this man..