night muse.
I've always kind of wondered why people enjoy going to these formal events. I mean, you spend all this time getting dolled up and shit, and it's clearly just an exercise in perpetuating popularity. Like, I got invited to the prom when I was a sophomore in high school, right? I wore one of those stupid dresses, with the shoes that hurt my feet, and we went out to dinner and then he drove us to the prom where he showed off to all his dumb friends and all anybody cared about was who won prom queen and getting laid.
I never did know who won prom queen.
And in the end, does it really matter who won? I mean, 10 years from now when you're at your high school reunion, do you really want the thing that people remember you for be a stupid plastic tiara?
I guess it's still better than what I'll be remembered for.
I'm going to go smoke some of Kankuro's pot and listen to Cream and Jimi Hendrix. That always makes me feel better...
((OOC: this could not have been written sober. no way in HELL.))
Cream - "Tales of Brave Ulysses"
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
I never did know who won prom queen.
And in the end, does it really matter who won? I mean, 10 years from now when you're at your high school reunion, do you really want the thing that people remember you for be a stupid plastic tiara?
I guess it's still better than what I'll be remembered for.
I'm going to go smoke some of Kankuro's pot and listen to Cream and Jimi Hendrix. That always makes me feel better...
((OOC: this could not have been written sober. no way in HELL.))
Cream - "Tales of Brave Ulysses"
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.