all I want in ever (just now) is to be some place with fairy lights and boys wearing Morrissey, where they serve the Cure and we can dance and love and create awesome things. and then, to go home and get some sleep.
nathania: excuse me, sir. you do know that it’s illegal to stand still while James Brown is playing?
standing dude: no it’s not …
nathania: yes. yes, it is.
stained glass windows keep the cold outside while the hypocrites hide inside …
‘Economic injustices, including ”the hoarding of goods on a great scale”, may create “a climate of growing hostility and even violence, and ultimately undermine the very foundations of democratic institutions”.’
… not for one race, one creed, one world; but for money. effective. absurd.[Public Image, Ltd. - ‘Religion I’]
so my idea began with green knicker shorts … and ended with Link’s made-up, glittercore, pimp/superhero daughter.
would: heal the people / fix the world / be okay
will: crawl into the speakers / turn up the volume
stuck in that place where she’d look at her feet and pull all the shapes, because she wants everyone to be happy. but the DJ is some dick truck driver they found in the restroom. and there’s not much left. hardly much left.
she’s an isolating kind of intensity. and it’s not like she could’ve healed them all anyway. so she breaks her soul.
all anyone can do is love.
love hunt // love hard
me: so even if boys do exist … what do I say to them?
jessie: sexy things.
just when I thought I had climaxed as a failure … diet coke all over my laptop.
lost three hours of this edit, and now my keyboard doesn’t work. composure is frayed, crumbling. I suppose I’ll be in the library tomorrow, if anyone’s around campus to be distracting?
I don’t even like diet coke.