Summer is burning in the best way. The west is hot grit and shes rising to prominence in a scene of ill-repute. Her days are fashioned on waves of elegance and splendor like sea salt. There are sex-moans in the halls, sex-slaves on the walls trash-light neon on the lips of the capitol and theyre all dragging her down like pills in the mouth of some gorgeous plastic object. All the sound rolls in an undulating motion toward a strangers hips in the night an infinitely old staggering rhythm. The pavement is speckled with jeweled mist. The trenches are lined with velvet.
Off in the distance a wild-fire burns six ways to Saturday six ways to Sabado six ways and six days to a delicate touch and isnt this what we meant by America in the first place? Glass-slipper ice capades for that special someone. All around codes are cracking, nudes are lacking, dudes are slacking like crystal palace whores at the height of their dismal pageantry.
I just got into town about an hour ago and hence, laced all my speech with lucid psychic imagery translative psychological imaginings, heaven-sent for honey-spent angels, angling idle hours without a care in sight, without a thread in white, without a feeling tonight, and if I could I might
Cops in cars
Topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone
Off in the distance a wild-fire burns six ways to Saturday six ways to Sabado six ways and six days to a delicate touch and isnt this what we meant by America in the first place? Glass-slipper ice capades for that special someone. All around codes are cracking, nudes are lacking, dudes are slacking like crystal palace whores at the height of their dismal pageantry.
I just got into town about an hour ago and hence, laced all my speech with lucid psychic imagery translative psychological imaginings, heaven-sent for honey-spent angels, angling idle hours without a care in sight, without a thread in white, without a feeling tonight, and if I could I might
Cops in cars
Topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone
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chris_sick:
yeah, man, you can't chicken out like that. you can't just say "brillant... moving on." where was yours? you should've just posted that journal piece. it has a drum beat in it like something... i don't know what i'd call it, somehow those words sit on my brain and fall into a natrual rhythm, something like... a ramones song, maybe? a very simple natrual rythm that can't be faked. you know what? i think- possibly because i've been listening to them all day- the beat reminds me the most of the white stripes' "the hardest button to button" just that duh-duh-duh-duh-duh. that driving force works so well in your writing. its weird if you want to create memorable lines you can't look at it in a visually aesthtic way you have to think of how it will sound in the head of the person reading it, make it sound memorable and as weird as it is, it reads memorable. good stuff. post something to the writers thread, or you die. and fucking submit me something soon, bastard.
chris_sick:
best of luck.