Had a wonderful time in NC. Pictures to come with more news about various things. Back home, hung out with the guys last night. Was extremely punk in drublic on the strip, honestly still surprised we didn't get arrested, thanks in part to Justin quickly chucking his beer in the bushes.
Anyway for now short story about my Sunday night at the fair with the TheAngus. First thing I've written since the summer, whoo. I'm kind of simultaneously happy and depressed right now, in case you can't tell......
Fireworks
The pop and crackle colors begin to spark across the sky and were frozen in time, swinging gently as the Ferris wheel slows to a stop with us at eye level with the blazing lights. Each spark cracks and blossoms like a raw egg and Im thinking about the words burning on my chest and the bomb inked in faded black over my heart and the time I told you that falling in love is like an explosion. We each take a drag off of our pink and gold cigarettes. They match the gaudy sky and Im watching the colored shadows fly across your face when I say this feels like one of those defining moments, you know? You say, lets hope so and I think you misunderstood me but we kiss anyway and I smile and say fireworks.
Things I am afraid of: zombies, vacuum cleaners, hurting everyone whos ever loved me.
Later on we weave through the throngs of people and I bounce off of strangers like a pinball machine, distracted by too many flashing lights and neat rows of stuffed animals strung up like game in a hunting lodge. Criers attract attention to the freak tents and I stare at a drawing of the worlds smallest woman and wonder what feature I could be.
Remarkable features I possess: Worlds dirtiest fingernails, worlds silliest girl who wants to believe she can change.
We crunch over gravel to crowd into a tiny photo booth so old theres no time to fake smiles before the flashbulb burn, but we look so happy anyway. We pass a sign for Angel the snake child, the head of a beautiful girl on the body of an ugly snake. What Im thinking is, I bet we have a lot in common. You film me for thirty seconds screaming with laughter as a ride rockets us around in circles. I watch it after, the lights streaking behind my hair-whipped face, and it reminds me of the heartbroken movie flashback. What Im thinking is, I hope you never watch this sadly. I kiss you on the cheek and the lights all blur together.
My hobbies include: reading, writing, ruining.
At the end of the night Ive got four tickets left so I go the last ride solo. There is no line and Im the only rider. I whirl around in circles, whizzing past empty seats and its like crashing through a ghost town. Im the only laughing face, and suddenly my hair is brushing tears. What Im hoping is, this is not symbolic. The ride creaks, and what Im thinking is, so maybe I die tonight. I walk on sea legs to where youre sitting and light up a cigarette. You look at me and I smile.
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Forgot to add, bye bye septum piercing
we had a good run. I woke up this morning and the retainer I had put back in to flip it up for the wedding had fallen out and the whole closed up Oh well. I miss it a lot, but it will make life easier in the Vermont winter....and I can always get it pierced again this summer. Eh, whatev. Easy come, easy go. Now I'm especially glad I only spent 11 bucks on it, but I'm sad I never got to shoot a set with it in. If I don't get to shoot a set with my hip piercings, I'm going to be REALLY sad.[/Edit]
Anyway for now short story about my Sunday night at the fair with the TheAngus. First thing I've written since the summer, whoo. I'm kind of simultaneously happy and depressed right now, in case you can't tell......
Fireworks
The pop and crackle colors begin to spark across the sky and were frozen in time, swinging gently as the Ferris wheel slows to a stop with us at eye level with the blazing lights. Each spark cracks and blossoms like a raw egg and Im thinking about the words burning on my chest and the bomb inked in faded black over my heart and the time I told you that falling in love is like an explosion. We each take a drag off of our pink and gold cigarettes. They match the gaudy sky and Im watching the colored shadows fly across your face when I say this feels like one of those defining moments, you know? You say, lets hope so and I think you misunderstood me but we kiss anyway and I smile and say fireworks.
Things I am afraid of: zombies, vacuum cleaners, hurting everyone whos ever loved me.
Later on we weave through the throngs of people and I bounce off of strangers like a pinball machine, distracted by too many flashing lights and neat rows of stuffed animals strung up like game in a hunting lodge. Criers attract attention to the freak tents and I stare at a drawing of the worlds smallest woman and wonder what feature I could be.
Remarkable features I possess: Worlds dirtiest fingernails, worlds silliest girl who wants to believe she can change.
We crunch over gravel to crowd into a tiny photo booth so old theres no time to fake smiles before the flashbulb burn, but we look so happy anyway. We pass a sign for Angel the snake child, the head of a beautiful girl on the body of an ugly snake. What Im thinking is, I bet we have a lot in common. You film me for thirty seconds screaming with laughter as a ride rockets us around in circles. I watch it after, the lights streaking behind my hair-whipped face, and it reminds me of the heartbroken movie flashback. What Im thinking is, I hope you never watch this sadly. I kiss you on the cheek and the lights all blur together.
My hobbies include: reading, writing, ruining.
At the end of the night Ive got four tickets left so I go the last ride solo. There is no line and Im the only rider. I whirl around in circles, whizzing past empty seats and its like crashing through a ghost town. Im the only laughing face, and suddenly my hair is brushing tears. What Im hoping is, this is not symbolic. The ride creaks, and what Im thinking is, so maybe I die tonight. I walk on sea legs to where youre sitting and light up a cigarette. You look at me and I smile.
[Edit]
Forgot to add, bye bye septum piercing
we had a good run. I woke up this morning and the retainer I had put back in to flip it up for the wedding had fallen out and the whole closed up Oh well. I miss it a lot, but it will make life easier in the Vermont winter....and I can always get it pierced again this summer. Eh, whatev. Easy come, easy go. Now I'm especially glad I only spent 11 bucks on it, but I'm sad I never got to shoot a set with it in. If I don't get to shoot a set with my hip piercings, I'm going to be REALLY sad.[/Edit]VIEW 21 of 21 COMMENTS
dysphunkcional:
yes virginia sux monster ass. where are u rite now? 
nanomaton:
OMG. That picture in Erica's journal comments is GOLD! *high-5*