Saturday night at the gay bar, I dont want to be here. I want to say I dont know why I come, but I come for Amy. I pretend to be younger. I pretend to be more carefree. The world spins around me and I dance on its axles, but this is self deception.
Amy offered me a mirror. I saw myself as I am, and not as I had previously perceived myself. She put value on empty gestures, worshipping ignorance. Celebrating a bag of pot, look at the color of this bud, as if it would save a ghetto child from starvation. We were nothing a like. We had nothing in common, except in the ways we were similar. I worshipped Amy. I had to face that I put value on her empty gestures, even when she said I shouldnt. I have been living for nothing but the day. I am a thirty-three year old club kid.
Delusional is the mind of the junky and dreamer. There is no rationality. Cause and effect are replaced by simple chaos theory. To succeed would mean moving beyond the need for drugs, and if you are an achiever, than you can no longer be a dreamer, so never mind trying.
Junkies and dreamers see their problem. They can even conceive a solution, but with as much vigor, and a quicker speed, a barrier, that prevents them from achieving happiness, will be constructed: Its just another example of the man trying to keep me down
Your mom told you you can be anything you WANT to be. And she said, you can WANT in one hand, shit in the other and see which one fills up first. The first is a lie. You cant be anything you want to be, but you can be anything you are willing to be. If you are not willing to do what it takes, then you didnt really want it.
Extreme example of the junky and dreamer is the Thirty-Year-Old Club Kid. The T.Y.O.C.K. tends to be an unbearable combination of both. Junky may be a bit harsh. It is fair to say we have our drug addictions. Dreamer is all too true.
I hate Thirty Year Old Club Kids. We are 100% passionate and 100% insincere. We will get worked up about any topic but dont really mean anything we say,
this is my best friend in the whole world.
Truth is we have only known the person 6 weeks, and we talk shit about them.
I LOVE that band, OH MY GOD, I have been into them since like, Tuesday.
Then when you bring up that band a month later
yeah I liked them before they sold out and went commercial
Truth is the band did not sell out and go commercial because they only ever put out one CD and its the same one we said we loved. Usually it was commercial crap from the beginning.
Thirty Year Old Club Kids all consider themselves artists. Ability may be ours, but a faithless, insincere, selfish, heartless fuck, has no art to share with the world. Screen prints have as much artistic depth as a Britney Spears CD cover. Da Vinci took four years to paint The Last Supper. Andy Warhol was a talent-less Thirty Year Old Club Kid that shat screen prints out his ass on a daily basis..
This is the world in which I live.
An awakening has occurred. I want out.
You know why Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall? Because he did not keep his eye on the ball. You stay on the ball. You stay on the wall. -- Bart Simpson
I am leaving the city.
Amy offered me a mirror. I saw myself as I am, and not as I had previously perceived myself. She put value on empty gestures, worshipping ignorance. Celebrating a bag of pot, look at the color of this bud, as if it would save a ghetto child from starvation. We were nothing a like. We had nothing in common, except in the ways we were similar. I worshipped Amy. I had to face that I put value on her empty gestures, even when she said I shouldnt. I have been living for nothing but the day. I am a thirty-three year old club kid.
Delusional is the mind of the junky and dreamer. There is no rationality. Cause and effect are replaced by simple chaos theory. To succeed would mean moving beyond the need for drugs, and if you are an achiever, than you can no longer be a dreamer, so never mind trying.
Junkies and dreamers see their problem. They can even conceive a solution, but with as much vigor, and a quicker speed, a barrier, that prevents them from achieving happiness, will be constructed: Its just another example of the man trying to keep me down
Your mom told you you can be anything you WANT to be. And she said, you can WANT in one hand, shit in the other and see which one fills up first. The first is a lie. You cant be anything you want to be, but you can be anything you are willing to be. If you are not willing to do what it takes, then you didnt really want it.
Extreme example of the junky and dreamer is the Thirty-Year-Old Club Kid. The T.Y.O.C.K. tends to be an unbearable combination of both. Junky may be a bit harsh. It is fair to say we have our drug addictions. Dreamer is all too true.
I hate Thirty Year Old Club Kids. We are 100% passionate and 100% insincere. We will get worked up about any topic but dont really mean anything we say,
this is my best friend in the whole world.
Truth is we have only known the person 6 weeks, and we talk shit about them.
I LOVE that band, OH MY GOD, I have been into them since like, Tuesday.
Then when you bring up that band a month later
yeah I liked them before they sold out and went commercial
Truth is the band did not sell out and go commercial because they only ever put out one CD and its the same one we said we loved. Usually it was commercial crap from the beginning.
Thirty Year Old Club Kids all consider themselves artists. Ability may be ours, but a faithless, insincere, selfish, heartless fuck, has no art to share with the world. Screen prints have as much artistic depth as a Britney Spears CD cover. Da Vinci took four years to paint The Last Supper. Andy Warhol was a talent-less Thirty Year Old Club Kid that shat screen prints out his ass on a daily basis..
This is the world in which I live.
An awakening has occurred. I want out.
You know why Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall? Because he did not keep his eye on the ball. You stay on the ball. You stay on the wall. -- Bart Simpson
I am leaving the city.
PS. I'll be 33 in July and I "kick it with the kids" at the clubs 3-4 nights a week.