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i drive home in a state of passive frustration - stone faced and short breathed. the lights from some sports stadium explode out of the man made horizon blocking them before, dynamic with the obstructions passing across my windows quickly. its almost blinding, really. and my already bad mood is thickening.
i take side streets so as too avoid football traffic, making illegal u-turns and spreading the streets with bittersweetness. i don't really know what it is. out of sheer interposition i hit my radio...and it buzzes and clicks off.
all i want to do is get to my house so i can put on some pants where my balls can breathe and get something to eat.
fuck football.
i return to the scene of the crime...and honestly can't walk three feet without shaking the hand of some fashionable guy or raising my eyebrows to someone who i 'should' know. and we think we are so cool. we take our little cultures and poison the world with them - spreading genres like viruses. infecting the globe with overjugementation and trite music.
these people couldn't care more then strangers. they'll be smoking cigarettes in the parking lot while i'm dyeing. they'll be watching each other fall further away from decency with every sip of cheap boose. they'll be pumping the back of one fool while some band they haven't heard (but are wearing a t-shirt for) plays diligently onstage - singing the same troubled lyrics of polotics and heartbreak. they'll read in public. they'll take photographs of everything. they'll never show up.
these fucking bloodsuckers.
i slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a pigeon in the street. i have nothing i want to listen to in my case of cds, which is more of a 'portfolio of my work' then anything else. oh...you haven't heard of them? well - they sound a lot like this other band that you haven't heard of. i sift through static and evangelist ramblings to find a moderately uplifting piece of classical music. i think it was by brahms, but i could be wrong.
and it made me think of amber, for some reason. and i sighed.
i take side streets so as too avoid football traffic, making illegal u-turns and spreading the streets with bittersweetness. i don't really know what it is. out of sheer interposition i hit my radio...and it buzzes and clicks off.
all i want to do is get to my house so i can put on some pants where my balls can breathe and get something to eat.
fuck football.
i return to the scene of the crime...and honestly can't walk three feet without shaking the hand of some fashionable guy or raising my eyebrows to someone who i 'should' know. and we think we are so cool. we take our little cultures and poison the world with them - spreading genres like viruses. infecting the globe with overjugementation and trite music.
these people couldn't care more then strangers. they'll be smoking cigarettes in the parking lot while i'm dyeing. they'll be watching each other fall further away from decency with every sip of cheap boose. they'll be pumping the back of one fool while some band they haven't heard (but are wearing a t-shirt for) plays diligently onstage - singing the same troubled lyrics of polotics and heartbreak. they'll read in public. they'll take photographs of everything. they'll never show up.
these fucking bloodsuckers.
i slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a pigeon in the street. i have nothing i want to listen to in my case of cds, which is more of a 'portfolio of my work' then anything else. oh...you haven't heard of them? well - they sound a lot like this other band that you haven't heard of. i sift through static and evangelist ramblings to find a moderately uplifting piece of classical music. i think it was by brahms, but i could be wrong.
and it made me think of amber, for some reason. and i sighed.