2001-11-19 - 12:55 a.m. - i just wasn't made for these times
who would've thought the sun could be so bold, painting halos around the heads of children and objects. The street light laughs at your new found sense of sarcasm as the lyrics to "louie, louie," are written on the sidewalk in chalk by the kingsmen themselves. you realize, "those lyrics weren't ever as hard to understand as everyone made them out to be."outside the telephone polls are buckling, wires are sagging beneath the weight of ten million hearts connecting, translating carcrashes and heart attacks into fortresses made of canvas and paint.
as a child my family took me to Fort Meigs. No one ever questions the validity of wood and concrete.
and everynight there is a ducking away, a hiding from, sliding your body between cracks in sidewalks or walls, crouching into shadows. your skin is grey.
xoxo
listen to: same as yesterday.
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