true story. i walk in a bar...
me: "ever look at a problem and realize, damn, there ain't no amount of booze gonna make this better?"
Angela: "no."
yeah, funny when you have those moments of realization, huh?
and it's funny when the world shows you its true colors, all at once and unexpectedly. harrowing, really, is a nicely descriptive word, don't you think? and i look up from my glass and i swear that all i can see is rotting corpses and lingering vultures. the disease glows through skin like foxfire. my skin is crawling with maggots. laughter is just a dying cry for attention, and words disappear into desperate pleas for mercy, pleas for tenderness, pleas for anything but the hovering lonliness that has suddenly engulfed everyone like a goddamned fog. so i stare back into my glass. i look up and it's all washed clean. but i know what's under there, under the surfaces of wood and skin and glass and smoke. i know their secrets. harrowing, i think, is a mighty fine word.
X: "...there are no angels, there are devils in many ways... "
Murder City Devils: "We make a choice, We make it everyday. To get up in the morning... And to bear away"
...
me: "ever look at a problem and realize, damn, there ain't no amount of booze gonna make this better?"
Angela: "no."
yeah, funny when you have those moments of realization, huh?
and it's funny when the world shows you its true colors, all at once and unexpectedly. harrowing, really, is a nicely descriptive word, don't you think? and i look up from my glass and i swear that all i can see is rotting corpses and lingering vultures. the disease glows through skin like foxfire. my skin is crawling with maggots. laughter is just a dying cry for attention, and words disappear into desperate pleas for mercy, pleas for tenderness, pleas for anything but the hovering lonliness that has suddenly engulfed everyone like a goddamned fog. so i stare back into my glass. i look up and it's all washed clean. but i know what's under there, under the surfaces of wood and skin and glass and smoke. i know their secrets. harrowing, i think, is a mighty fine word.
X: "...there are no angels, there are devils in many ways... "
Murder City Devils: "We make a choice, We make it everyday. To get up in the morning... And to bear away"
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Either way, you're still a rockstar.
Tag, you're it.
Maybe it's both, at the same time, like some kind of multi-layered ice cream desert.
I'm sure disease, decay and death are great truths of the world, but I'd certainly hope they weren't the only great truths of the world. That's a big difference.
Anyway, hugs and
Tag.