(no subject)
three things:
number one, you lose people in life
and often, leaving them where they stood, and still stand.
number two, you make songs on cds
that come out and vanish in the vacuum of money made and things piled on shelves, and in memory.
number three, the unwordable weirdness of coming across your own name in a search engine
like toe-stubbing your own tombstone at twenty-four
in the backlit blur of message boards in the visceral black of abstract space.
number one, you lose people in life
and often, leaving them where they stood, and still stand.
number two, you make songs on cds
that come out and vanish in the vacuum of money made and things piled on shelves, and in memory.
number three, the unwordable weirdness of coming across your own name in a search engine
like toe-stubbing your own tombstone at twenty-four
in the backlit blur of message boards in the visceral black of abstract space.