if you just let things pass and don't dwell then they slip away and, of course, you might miss some things and maybe the big ones will claw on a bit longer which can for certain be a good thing...but maybe you'll just drift along and life will be nice and slippery like water

stick on stars

the times are strange, like fog in the summer on the beach on a hot day and earthquakes that you can't feel while you're working. doing funny things. illegal and downtown brown. talking the heads. no braces for crooked days. i'm made up of phases and this blog is sometimes not good, doing too much writing is not good, cus i tend to go inwards and it soon becomes boring, but fascinating cus you can keep peeling away. but in the end you get somewhere that doesn't seem to matter much. then you keep pushing outwards and you lose yourself and then that becomes boring. everything becomes boring to me i think. at some point. then i start boiling in phases again.
the machines turn, the gears churn, i get caught up and learn about some things on somedays.
people are telling secrets near me. gossip like. it's strange.
hanging around all men or women.
hanging around in the workplace.
hanging around at school. - the way you keep your friends and make them. the way you talk and what you do.
hanging around at home.
where's home?
at home.
but this isn't your home anymore.
time to get away.
this music is too good tho. this upbeat stuff.
these beats and this feel good.
but it's fresh. this is what i'm heading towards. i want the fresh.
like coca cola in the 1950s.
man, the tides crashing in the corporate cultures, where are the waves?
i'm losing it.
i'm losing my edge.
-lcd soundsystem
family issues and formations of people, quite feelings in the night, a pillow and nightmare kleenex. wet dreams, stick on stars on the ceilings.