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Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Dearest _____,
My new pants are awfully sexy, and as long as I wear them, my life bristles with possibility. Their cuffs break on my Adidas like they were hemmed by God, and I've always looked nice in brown. My hair is dirty, my legs are long; my voice is deep and I sing like an angel. Strap a guitar on my back and I could wander through the Williamsburgs of America, bringing unironic tears to the eyes of all the scenester chixx, a panorama of glistening malnourished eyebags shining out from under assymetrical hairdos -- I can already feel the humidity rising in the particulate air of a thousand shitty barrooms. Is that not my duty? Don't I owe this much to the world? Perhaps, my dove, but I'd rather spend a year in a Nebraska motel with no one but you, sitting in lawn chairs in the parking lot and singing our songs to the Big Sky. Our booth at the local Denny's would conform to our softening asses after a few short weeks, I know it, and the waitresses would call us "Hon." After we smash the TV we can use its shell to hold beers. What do people do all day when there is nothing to do? We can find the answer, one day at a time, holding each other close and doing our laundry in the tub. We don't owe the world a thing until the world comes to collect. Talent, unlike kindergarten, comes with no requirement to share -- they cannot legislate largesse. If I wrote every song for you, gyroscopes would still spin and fire would still burn. Just give me permission, and give it with a kiss. Our cities are hollowing us out, and soon we will be nothing but bitter chocolate bunnies. I'm filthy, tired, and sad, and I'm happier than I ever deserved to be. Bring the car around, darling, and let's take a powder to a place where our accents are funny. The eyes of my hipster congregation must remain dry, o my love, because I cannot bring myself to preach. 0 comments |
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