“Ah, the ol’ alcohol, music and melancholia routine. Believe you me, I’ve been down that road - perhaps one too many times - often alone and anxious. When the singing got very loud I tended to cry and wail, and my parents would barge into my nest of despair and strike me viciously.
What I mean to say is the album - it’s good”—the strangest album review, ever
I wanted to tell you that you were my best friend in this world.
Were. I wish I can still be your best friend. You still are mine
I’ve always enjoyed your company man. You probably are the closet person to me personalty wise.
Samesies. I don’t even have a close person now man. I’m so alone sometimes, I can’t do this forever, I really don’t want to, but I miss you quite badly at times
Don’t lose your coolness.
I’ve lost it without you
I love you man.
That’s all I have with me now. Memories are fading fast and everything’s growing old, and I am vicariously living through strange and distant aspirations that do not belong to me. It’s embarrassing that the only time I lose it is with a combination of Sigur Rós and LZN02 and sheer exhaustion. And all I have is a shit URL and a laptop to speak to. What form of earthly tribute shall I dedicate in your honour? A tiresome tattoo, a facebook wall-post? SMSes to a vacant phone. It’s all far too small, it’s not big enough. But at least I had that love on that Saturday night, the 28th of February. shit I think that’s the only thing that I actually am proud of - your love. I wished I picked up that damned phone call. I wished you stayed. I wish you knew that I really loved you
digitalized cloud movements, shone from 35mm film projectors unto the 0430 night sky. Staccato movements unlike any other, melting forming being unbecoming dying, beauty as such sets off uneasiness, jaws clenched tight, a triple-play head game of wanting to stay in the moment, knowing it’s fleeting and ultimately not knowing anything
“I´m central to nowhere
Thinking of sweeping it clean
When we choose to go were losing more
than just our surroundings
I´ve gone around the sides of this universe as it stands
Outside the limits of all existence
Where light never ends
We should be grateful to the gods
Whoever they’re real to they are
I value my placement as in Hell
Remember that moment that I fell
Anything that could one day be is as real as what I´m saying
If something is nothing it must not be
something in any possible way
Lose yourself in the far off worlds
that are right under your feet
Switch below with above all the way up into infinity
We should be thankful who we are
Whether we know ourselves or not
Walking alongside myself
Neither of us listens very well
I´m dreading a time that is not near
As a man on cross I have no fear I can´t
believe these words I´m saying
You gotta feel your lines
You gotta feel your lines”—John Frusciante, the wisest man in to ever exist within this space-time fabric. Or not
Looking at the hipsters all about, the scene kids, the fashionistas and fashionmishaps, you might think to yourself: “That shit’s tiresome and something about these amateurs indicate a presence of a hive-mind”. “And a hefty credit facility undersigned by his or her parent”. “And the absence of any individuality whatsoever”. Ayn Rand would be rolling in her grave.(see what I did there?) Unfortunately, ever since reading an article that psychoanalyzed the aforementioned philosopher’s mind, you fear that perhaps your hero might have just been a deranged Dyke who enjoyed the occasional meat-stick, preferably with lots of pain and force, mixed in with unresolved paternal issues.
You meta-realized that this realization made you incredibly cool. A highly individualistic iconoclastic individual who has no qualms probing the deep, still thought-pools of any institutions that you hold dear
The date 10/10/10, in binary form (101010) is 42. Which is what the computer, Deep Thought, gave as theAnswer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. You know, from the book The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Rejoice, the answer is upon is!
(Cue the The Flaming Lips’ track, Do You Realize??)