SLOPPY SECONDS WILL MAKE A WONDERFUL CURRY BUT AN UNORIGINAL GIRLFRIEND
This is a column about nothing. I assume that the only people interested in what I write here are caffeine addicts with nowhere to place their attention or shop staff trying to avoid the people they could be helping. It’s an interesting thing to write without a subject, just to write and see where you go. The cynic in me wonders weather or not it is even possible to have a stream-of-consciousness that is not affected by everything around us. The optimist in me wants to say that even all the clutter has its place in our evolution. Okay, so here is my attempted stream of thought: Spanish girls in red scarves sit slightly behind my machine, one that she would never understand because her scarf tells of a time of washing by hand and picking your own fruit, she looks at me like a Hawaiian air-stewardess might look at you when hanging a flowered necklace over your head.
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Your weird will guide you to find many more ghosts, like friends who accept you and love you the most. Dont settle for the ones who find your weirdness wrong, set them loose at once, for they sing a different song. And thats song's also fine, but the chords they play will bore you. — Dance with the dancers to a sound that makes you weirder — for wEIrd is unique and uniQue dont come cheap, a secret that all us originals keep.
In Studio.
— I think I am having a heart attack. — Really? What did Google say? — It said that I am probably having a heart attack. I have all the symptoms. — Okay, ill just mix down this record so we can listen to what we need to change later on from home. Be 10 minutes. — OK. Ill try and get the circulation in my neck and arms to return while you do that. Meet you outside. Walking To Train. — I think we need to add more electric guitar licks to the pre-chorus. — Yeah, that would work. — Wow, we did so much last night. Exciting! When shall we come back next? I’m not going home for christmas so that’s an option. — My left arm is getting more numb and my knee feels funny. — Diabetics can lose legs from having diabetes. — Google says that people can have a heart attack and not even know they had one, that most people wait 3 hours before going to a hospital — by which time it’s probably too late. — Oh no! Before you die, can you sign the publishing of the song over to me? I only say that ‘cause you always make those jokes about inheriting all the gear in my studio when I commit suicide on youtube on my 60th. — Totally, but it’s looking like i’ll be dead first. — How many Ritilin pills did you take? You’re not allergic are you? — Do you think the Ritilin is to blame for the heart attack? Is that even possible? — I’m glad i’m not allergic to it, anyway — i’d never get anything done. |
White skinned, not fit for this fake — before me stands this quiet gangster. She speaks — soft, unlike the rappers who make raps that sound like sweat shop labour, smell of sweat shop, sweat all over, think one season means forever. She is totally together with this boy from the band
This is fact well before you see the looks that they share. And their kisses, more like secret letters — scribed with lips not pencils. I see that kisses can be poems, that lips can draw out paintings once upon a time in decades very far away, sleepy princes and princesses were read stories about life that were full of lies. LUCKilY FOR US though, REALITY WAS EDGIER than those books, AND we found peace in the fact that magic ISn't RUBBED FROM BOTTLES and castles can easily be made of sand.
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