Monday, November 29, 2004
it's behind you.
hour drives at midnight and cold beaches are like endless plates of strawberries. they make you feel all waked up. stars as large as Eminem's ego and ones diminutive and ittie bittie like my nephew's soccer victories this year make it even more worthwhile.
my pops likes to say in another language--"you have to learn how to wait"
we thinks deep.
then, you have to go home. tofurkey is all cold and rubbery, rain is two-stepping all over your car. but Langston had it right, though he bottled it in simplicity: life is for the living and death is for the dead/let life be like music and death a note unsaid
these people kept me from sticking a pencil in my ear and hooking a left into the convoluted Confederate-flagged towns that line the Texas highways. i just want to thank them.
sorta-ineffable and Glossy:
autechre
tom ze
dizzee rascal
Bob Dylan
thats it.
now, go get educated.
