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second, nov going to concerts alone, drinking alone, dancing alone makes me wish i knew an instrument so that i too could trick people into listening to all these dirty sad things, ripping the seams, needing so badly to be said...hidden beneath the beautiful guise of music! i would be worshipped as a carnivorous plant that lures its prey into its sticky maw with spit so sweet it's like a pinprick to the head. much too drugged in a thick somatic bliss to notice, all simply lie down quiet, waiting (almost wanting) to be devoured. |