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you know when you're all up on making a mix-tape. actually, i guess mix-tapes don't get made anymore. mix-disk? eh. we'll stick with mix-tape. you know when you're all up on that and you reach that, i don't know, 8th or 9th song, and you're like 'balls, the 8th/9th song is about the hardest void to fill' because you've got your ending planned, and you know that you've got that sucker front-loaded at least 7 deep. so you end up selecting some random track from the middle of a random disk.
back in 7th, 8th grade, i used to go to social events and at some point in the evening i'd take off and sequester myself in some dark corner. at the time i think people thought it was comical, and later on probably gimmicky at best. i'd sit alone until someone stumbled upon me, sitting with my legs crossed looking up towards the sky because it lended a gravitas to the evening.
this trend continued for, i don't know...up until this day. whether the retreat was literal or simply mental. for gimmick? for humor? i doubt it.
i build and build and build until i don't know what to say. an ep stretched to an lp.
zzzzzzzz.
back in 7th, 8th grade, i used to go to social events and at some point in the evening i'd take off and sequester myself in some dark corner. at the time i think people thought it was comical, and later on probably gimmicky at best. i'd sit alone until someone stumbled upon me, sitting with my legs crossed looking up towards the sky because it lended a gravitas to the evening.
this trend continued for, i don't know...up until this day. whether the retreat was literal or simply mental. for gimmick? for humor? i doubt it.
i build and build and build until i don't know what to say. an ep stretched to an lp.
zzzzzzzz.