"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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didnt you hear me sing at all in the hotel b4 the ACC show ?!
oh wait
you guys had left for the meetup by then. (i think).. umm. innocent came on much and kruno and miro and i started singin really loudly it was bad joanne and her sister (the girls from montreal who came into the hotel after the show heard us singing from down the hall)
they wanted to come over but were "scared" or something
remember when Kruno and Miro were singing OLP while we were waiting in line to get into the State Theatre??? Everybody was yelling at them to stop. It was soo fun.
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
That day fucking sucked. It was right after Steph dumped me and two days before I wrecked my car. I did not enjoy that show one bit, but I got to hear In Repair again, so yeah.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
remember when Kruno and Miro were singing OLP while we were waiting in line to get into the State Theatre??? Everybody was yelling at them to stop. It was soo fun.
ahh! singing was so much fun! the people that were yelling for us to stop were the ones getting people kicked out of line later on, that = not so much fun, but yes, that day was good. front row center ... good times, good times.
yeah I really do! If I'm the last person on the list to get Meepers, I'll give you some of the stuff that I got in that prize pack when I send him back to you! because really, I never would have gotten like, half as close as I was.
I hated those people getting others kicked out of line. They were giving me a dirty look trying to get me out of line and actually pointed at me, but I had the murderous rage look on my face when they were going to say I wasn't there before them, even though I was waiting in line a good 20 minutes before those bastards showed up. I hope they got shot on the way back home from the concert....bastards....
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
ugh this week is gonna suck i get to wake up tomorrow at 5am then i have a 2 hour meeting then work then tuesday i get to walk round nyc all day by myself hoping i don't get killed then wednesday i get up at 6am to go to stupid work an hour away then i have my sisters birthday party right after work