I can't fucking wait for the new P.O.S. Album. I love Doomtree most because of the poetic intensity they bring to a genre that seems to be growing deader and more false by the minute.
A few of my friends, I have discovered, like me because I'm "spastic." some because they're hyper and insane, some because it simply amuses them. While I'm awfully glad I can be of service, if ever I exhibit that much outgoing energy, it's a lie. You must be a good liar if people appreciate the lie that much. Monika's birthday was lovely, but bars are weird and the vehemence of strangers more so.
I think sometimes people look for themselves in those they encounter, and those of us who perform as better mirrors will make them go all mothlike. A reflection of a thing isn't the thing itself, though, and I think the mirror people just want to see truth.
Today was beautiful. The air held such warmth and storm, and the wind was more forceful and energetic than anything I've felt in months.
A freak day.
The fun thing about copious amounts of alcohol in my presence is that I can be more honest. It doesn't loosen my dry tongue; it makes wet ears more receptive. So when someone asked me if it was whorish to find a random boy to make out with, I smiled and told her it wasn't at all. Just a little trampy, and she said she could deal with that.
Actually I quite liked her.
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