-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Drunk. Blogging. Sensing a trend?
Tired of sitting three feet from you, and saying nothing.
So tired of the pathetic silence that I had to drink it down. No doubt Adam will tell this story over and over.
Not that I blame him.
Pathetic. Drunk. Blogging
It's okay,t hough. I'll probably juts delete it tomorrow.e
This is what happens when somoene fucking plays the fuckign Church "Under the Milky Way" and remeber
1) sitting under the stars in 1999, with Her next to you
2) pulling to the side of the road with ryan and dan p. and just staring up at the milky way
You'll never see that here, on the east coast. It's a desert thing. A sand and sky thing. Nothing but dust and stars and light in the middle fo nowhere with nothing but Radiohead whispering to you from the truck speakers.
Translate that to gin and jaeger and tears and ...
PHiladelphia. Drunk. BLogging.
How far can you fall, eh?
Somedays when you can almost feel the small of her back under your fingers, smell of her hair, cynical eyes across from you, and those days you just want to go home. Dust and starlight and the middle of nowhere.
Just gvie up and go home.