Enraged at work
You have to dance with me though. At least once. But I won’t ditch you if you don’t want to dance all night. I’ll be a good date.
And you’re wearing a rubber. All night. Especially during slow dances. No way am I getting pregnant at tumblr prom. We are both wearing full-body condoms.
I hoped you would ask me.
Sitting in the parking lot of a closed Polish Deli & Liquor in some sketchy part of town, eating tacos, and listening to Neil Young. Being able to listen to music in my car makes me really happy.
The Nightly Mirror blog is a performance of loneliness. Not just a lonely dude. But a lonely dude doing artistically lonely shit. Hahahaha if you can develop an ironic sense of your own terminal lost astronaut separation from the rest of the human race, you can conquer the world.
It’s time to listen to Cortez the Killer. It’s gonna get real.
If you were wondering what I was up to on this glorious Friday night, I am listening to The Magic Flute and browsing pictures of cerebral abscesses.
Someone save me.
I was reading about the castrato voice type, and they mentioned Jimmy Scott, who sings in the last episode of Twin Peaks. Cool.
Cutting Wharf I, 2008
Ponte a Tressa2. By Elger Esser.