I remember the scent of rust, the cold spray on my face, and a cold and drenched figure on the cliff above us, pacing, apparently harried, or else mystified by something. We payed no mind to him at first, just walking along the edge of the beach, the waters flowing in and out, tossing various particles around, grumbling, spinning, and raging in our hearts. The sound was like a mountain, a solid thing, and it became the background of our thoughts. Everything was fine and right, except for the guy with the broken surfboard on the cliff, yelling obscenities, blaming the water for something he didnt like. He had a stopwatch in his hand, and a little map of some kind, he waited for an hour and then left. As he left, he threw the map into the water, and I watched it fall. Later that night, we put a cd into the stereo and wondered about him. What a wacko. And what a strange map hed drawn. There were no markings to be found on it, just two words. Fuck off. Its as if they came from God. Sometimes we wonder about what might have happened to him: Why was he such an asshole in life? What got him so pissed off? Also, why was he so fat? These mysteries remain unanswered. Like I said, Im just an asshole but apparently hes some kind of scientist of hate. If hes out there. I hope he knows that he is amazing at everything he does. Though in the future, he might want to leave the ocean sports to others. Yes of course, he is capable of many creative spins and leaps. But then again, maybe hes just not. Gotto love him though for playing or for going completely crazy. Whichever one it was. Click. (somewhere somehow a stopwatch makes a noise). This has been a love poem to Billy the man child, the one and only scientist of hate. May his experiments engorge his ego to the point where it doth burst.
(A love letter to Billy, the good)
(A love letter to Billy, the good)
thehood:
13th Chair - "The Scent Of Rust"
oh_me_ghost:
Perhaps its the new layout, affecting me strangely, or the full moon. Its like weve been sucked into some strange cartoon dimension where circles dont exist. Drug free or die? Thats not a bad decision. But I would lean towards addiction-free or die . I dont know. Addiction is misunderstood. If you are addicted to one thing, if one certain thing is the center of your existance, then it usually leads towards that great black hole in the soul from which nobody escapes. But if a person is addicted to contradictory things, and can delay gratification of one addiction, while chasing after another, then life seems to work out fine. It just does. Im off to see kill bill which starts in thirty minutes because I am addicted to the spectacle of violence.