chriskaasi

Im honing the art of saying nothing while using as many words as humanly possible. The weather is finally giving in to all my distant moaning, and Ive just noticed that Summer Babe is exactly 3 minutes and 16 seconds long a perfect 3:16 its the new it verse, and all over the world the kids are setting down their bibles and picking up their mp3 players but Malkmus lost interest, and my new mental regimen is starting to feel like bootcamp oh, the hours! And ours is just fine my dear no need to question a thing. Just sing along and dodge their eyes when they ask where you were and I was nowhere good just plunked in front of a t.v. reaching new lows and by new lows, I mean trying to see up this girls skirt on The Fifth Wheel or is this Elimidate? I dont know. Ive longsince given up on watching these shows with the sound on. Id gotten to the point where everything out of their mouths made me wanna bang my head against the wall. (Im trying, Im trying, Im trying, Im tried.) And the sad thing is, they treat the one decent girl like a leper, cause she was smart enough to realize pop culture isnt god nor was highschool the best four years of your life college maybe but I never went oh, dont get me wrong I did my obligatory three years at a community college without getting a degree but really, college is such a strong word thirteenth grade woulda been a hell of a lot more accurate.
The smart girls walking off dejected unpicked by either of the two would-be boyband fratboys (if only they could sing!) The shots taken to make her look sad and lonely fading off into the empty night, beaten by the meanstreets of L.A., yet ironically, all I notice is the way her ass moves when she walks and Im sure somewhere off in the actual distance, Tracys getting royalties off stuff like that. Meh I lost interest and switched over to Shipmates on the horizon! the horizon I say! This is the way the night sounds when youre too happy to care.
(sha la la la)