Heady Bullshit #5
2nd February 2009I’m rarely happier than when I’m ignored rarely pleased with being attended to so carefully since I’m not so carefully attained I’m a driver a driver in a car that likes to think it’s seen better times when all it saw were different owners. The water doesn’t flow freely from your lips like it once did everything’s dry desolate cracking fuck it but girls are astute. They categorise lifeless organisms and breathe life into strangers with a shake of their heads I’m sullen morose and unidentified I’m crashing hard and it’s hard not to talk about my fantasies for once it’s hard not be sexual when I know you’re watching but fucked if I’m not everything you think I am except that I’m not that which I’m not. And fuck whoever thinks this is anything other than bullshit this goes back way back to the beginning to the original purpose the reason why we’re all here me my fucking reason. It’s more targeted now more aloof less ornate maybe who knows but it’s still shit.
3rd February 2009 at 4:18 am
Good cadence here. That’s hard, especially in a sad piece, I think.
3rd February 2009 at 12:15 pm
i’m listening to the ministry of sound three disc set from last year. you should play one nite in heaven and dance around like a lit up fag.
you’ll feel better i swear.
3rd February 2009 at 3:53 pm
A tough wee read. I do like the car metaphor.
3rd February 2009 at 8:10 pm
Jack: Thank you, I hope I do keep my rhythm, even as my moods wax and wane.
Ty: I like to dance while singing into my hairbrush normally, but I’ll try to make it a bit more faggy, see if that helps.
Jim: Well hold on to that metaphor because there aren’t many good ones to be had ‘round these parts.
5th February 2009 at 11:46 am
This reminds me of a song. I can’t quite think if it’s a specific song, or perhaps its just the rhythm and the ways its written out. I like it, the way it carries me along, and then certain bits jump out and bite.