Luglio 2011
really do it, this way we can meet the others who live near us!
I believe the land in which we are born is tied to us by blood. I’m back in Mobile, memories flow through my blood, they flood my head. It feels good here, it’s a different type of existence. The south is much slower, the people here are honorable and kind. Being here instantly brings back my accent that I hide so well, it makes me feel synched into a part of history. I will always be tied by life-force to this place.
Goodbye deathmetal apartment, goodbye dirty room. Goodbye frat-bros and Tigerfest mania. Goodbye stalker maintenance staff and rude ass leasing office. But most importantly……
GOODBYE KATHERINE, HOPEFULLY I’LL SEE YOU IN NAWLINS RITE?
#Katherine
“Amy Winehouse makes an awesome record, then uses drugs, then dies harming absolutely no one. People shake their head in disgust and berate her.Ryan Dunn sticks a toy car in his asshole, drinks a copious amount of alcohol, then drives 150+ MPH with someone in his car killing himself and murdering the passenger in the process. The internet mourns.”
Like, “Do I REALLY need those 5 piece wings with this 8.50 deal I’m already getting?”. Such a dilemma. And then, do I get ranch dressing or bleu cheese? Ugh, MAJOR.
This is why I hate being high and having money in my bank account, I’m about to order so much food that’s melty and meaty and potatoey.
I’ve been alone in this apartment for months, though I hate my roommate being here, it helps to know there’s another presence in the same space. When I’m deep in loneliness, I tend to get lost. To be added to this mix, my air-conditioning is broken. Pensiveness+being stuck in Satan’s asshole(however appetizing)+wondering why boys are emotionally retarded human beings = self-medicating with a lot of weed. Dear G-d, please take away all of my obsessive feelings related to wanting to fix/make-out/love/fuck str8 boiz. I hope I don’t have a drug test to take anytime soon.
so much good about this
Times are difficult and full of troubles, it hurts that you left. It’s more painful now to see you go than before. I’ve come to realize how out of boundaries what we have is. The fact that you’re doing what you want in the world makes me feel better, but remembering what your voice sounds like, or your touch, or your scent pinch at my feelings. My love for you could split the Atlantic in half.