Sunday, October 3, 2010
as a reminder, nothing matters anymore, so shut the fuck up and keep on living like we have been
remember when you were a kid, and someone told you that rain was god crying, and now you're all grown up and god isn't real and now rain is just you crying, and its just blurring up my windshield, and then its her crying, and its her asking me if i could still see the rave lights and feel the hurricanes and hear the kids playing tag outside of little trinket shops on a city island street that nobody knows the name for (and even if they did, they could never pronounce it), and then i realized that she wasn't here anymore (its just the road and you and i) and then i saw it in the headlights on the sidewalk (a little silhouette with earphones in and too stoned to notice me or care if he did) but we were too drunk and we were too tired and we just couldn't bring ourselves to care anymore than when we slid on the ice on Lane and probably took out that woman with her son in the backseat, going a little too fast? because i do.
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ReplyDelete...who the frick is this chick that tried to comment?
ReplyDeleteWow dude, you had me from the first sentence. Obviously I hardly agree with any of it (at least, the small bit you allowed me to understand), but nonetheless there's alot of power in this.
I feel like you don't like it when I comment on some of your more personal entries. I guess I don't really have a place commenting on all of your work, since I'm hardly involved in your life.