For reference regarding my previous post, I dress like this pretty much every day. Whyyyyy do I do this to myself? What do the cool people wear these days? Is it gigantic diapers? Because I’m not going to wear a gigantic diaper to be cool, no matter how much you peer pressure me.
Nothing would be the same for me if it wasn’t for this place.
I came close to crashing my car last night driving through the Santa Cruz Mountains at 3:30 am because I was looking at the stars and finding constellations in the clear night sky. I should probably stop trying to star gaze while driving… Naw.
i think i’ll go up to my room where there isn’t a thing to do sit and stair at the wall for an hour or two and im not complacent i wish to erase them these feelings that i’m i’m falling apart
i’m falling apart
i find that i can’t even align the right way every time painting pictures i can’t even define its the life i chose its the story i wrote all that’s left is to unwind
This string of Beat Happening posts has just been me searching the Beat Happening tag for this song, because this song is way too great. I just got distracted by all of the other Beat Happening stuff.
Good God, how this band has affected my life. Geez.
If humans do happen to be reincarnated after death, I really hope my life will be very similar to that of this monkey’s. The song will also be background music to my life, but it really only plays inside my head. I’ll most likely just go insane and become a notorious serial puppy thief, which is fine.
The haze, blue into orange, settled above the Santa Cruz Mountains, stretching across Santa Clara County, polluting. Smog creates those colors. Creeping in, hovering for centuries, eating away at the world, waiting. Sometimes awful things have their own kind of beauty. It all could have been avoided, but, then again, should it have…