Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I come out of an apartment building, it's morning, I haven't slept, and there's a pain in my brain due to all the hard drugs. At home, right before I get into the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. Just to take a look.
And right before I go into the shower, I notice
a scabbed cut right in front of my right ear.
No wonder she wanted to sit on the left of me all night! "Makes me feel like driving" MY ASS! That's probably why you, this young turk, didn’t get any play. Man, you really fucked up this time.
Wait a sec. You're blaming your inability to score a chick (very mature, btw) to a scab you had right next to your ear? It may not have to do with the ingestion of hard drugs added with the existing sexual tension ever present from the first day you met her?
Well, the girl did show me her cell phone, and her banner was "I'm materialistic". Although, embarrassed about it, she never denied it.
Ok, is she a good person?
That's a hard one to answer. Nevetheless, I'm driving back home, tired, slightly rejected but more evident about who I am.
How so?
Well, I was listening to Underworld,
and "dirty epic" comes on.
And I listen to it.
I listen to the bassline, moody and almost sorrowful.
I especially listen to the lyrics.
What did you get out of it?
Well, I basically gone through the past night. Rehashing a few slightly embarrassing moments while taking words in the song and creating hurtful jabs for myself. You know...for the future.
And right before I go into the shower, I notice
a scabbed cut right in front of my right ear.
No wonder she wanted to sit on the left of me all night! "Makes me feel like driving" MY ASS! That's probably why you, this young turk, didn’t get any play. Man, you really fucked up this time.
Wait a sec. You're blaming your inability to score a chick (very mature, btw) to a scab you had right next to your ear? It may not have to do with the ingestion of hard drugs added with the existing sexual tension ever present from the first day you met her?
Well, the girl did show me her cell phone, and her banner was "I'm materialistic". Although, embarrassed about it, she never denied it.
Ok, is she a good person?
That's a hard one to answer. Nevetheless, I'm driving back home, tired, slightly rejected but more evident about who I am.
How so?
Well, I was listening to Underworld,
and "dirty epic" comes on.
And I listen to it.
I listen to the bassline, moody and almost sorrowful.
I especially listen to the lyrics.
What did you get out of it?
Well, I basically gone through the past night. Rehashing a few slightly embarrassing moments while taking words in the song and creating hurtful jabs for myself. You know...for the future.
call me wet trampoline she said today.
well i was too busy with my hand.
shake well before use she said
but you never touch me anymore.
i was busy listening for phone sex
coming through the back door.
in skin-tight trunks.
and we all went mental and danced.
I was basically someone who didn't know what he wanted. Just an idea of what would temporarily make him happy. And when I couldn't get that idea or person or state of mind, I would become lost,
or alone
without it.
And now how do you feel about your experiences the night before? Cathartic? Remorseful? Do you understand why nothing happened with you?
I feel many things, but the most evident is the fact that I know that totally random things appearing on my face has nothing to do with my ability to pick up chicks.
*sigh* you are a piece of work, boy.
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Thanks to underworld.
It just came out. It couldn't be stopped.
[ 20 January 2002: Message edited by: Furnace ]
