a moment in which i sit down not thinking of a cigarrete, or a beer, or porn.
a moment for my head to be blank, a sort of nirvana, if you like.
silence...
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Anonymous said…
Your blog seems to me a sea of lyrics for interesting songs. More than short stories, they come to me as powerful rhythmical melodies, able to touch, sink, and redeem.
my son came to visit me that year, it was a cruel way to say goodbye. he left laughing as i choked with the impression that i helped raising a little monster. the winter was over, but the feeling of coldness had just started.
yackety-yack. not good to not think this through. but whenever it calls it follows. so, it calls. and the brain starts to understand it should be following. "why don't you come by my place tonight?" of course the answer is written in the question, it's not even a question. and it follows. and we say good morning like we say goodnight, like the only thing we say.
i had a band a few years back. it was kind of indy, mellow rock band. my friends from school and i played in some stoner bars for some crappy money and booze. the tricks were good, we mostly played some covers and R. wrote some songs. He was always getting laid whenever he played certain songs to someone in the audience. what we didn't know then is that he slept with men. D. played the bass, and smoked pot only when he wasn't with us. M. played the keyboards, and he wasn't around for long. S. played the drums. he had a strange foot fetish, we found him one day tied to his bed smelling his girlfriends feet. We had been friends for 10 years but we never seemed to know each other a whole lot. the name of the band was clistar creal.
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