ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- electric gentle mystery right now it's just after two am, and i don't feel at all like i can go outside and face the way the city slips and slides when the bars let out. i've had a headache all day, which seems ridiculous, like something that never happens to me, but maybe this is the time in our lives when things that never happen to us start happening. so where have you been? what have you seen? where are you going? today you sent me an e-mail that was addressed to "electric gentle mystery boy", all about a dream you had where i lived with ian curtis (you couldn't remember his name and refered to him only as "joy division singer".) it made me so happy because it reminded me of many important things in my life, and i was touched directly. i end up wishing i was in love whenever i start to feel what love is like. it's beautiful, but it's like that motown song, or was it phil collins... whoever it was they said something like "you can't hurry love, don't shop around in the name of lust or false life. tell the truth, even when you can't tell". that's a good song. i can't wait to live closer to you and hang out. this is my last full week of working at the store. in october it's weekends only and then on to the east coast to ruin and rebuild the entire world. tonight i made a flyer for the first ever saturday looks good to me show. times are tight. time is tight. time is now. on sunday, not only did we talk about when we were younger and the older punk kids were nice to us (in my case it was age 12 and the mix tape they made for any "new kid" who was just getting into the whole deal, with bad brains and ramones and dead kennedys and a bunch of weird stoner rock. in your case it was the older skaters realizing you were a poseur but showing you where this sweet ramp was, and you taking in the skinheads skating to minutemen and jfa.) but we went out dancing, and it was as beautiful as it could possibly be. i don't live anywhere right now. looking back i realize i haven't lived anywhere the entire time i've been keeping this journal, and i probably won't for a good long time. i'd like to thank anyone who is my friend and who's been reading my ideas. i'd like to thank my sister who is beautiful and supportive and who i miss very much. i'd like to thank everyone in the bands lovesick, his name is alive, flashpapr, glass, ida, saturday looks good to me, i want you to live one hundred years and the midnights. sweet to sleep. in and out of your heart with all the silent grace of water, and all the silent horror of hunger. 06:03:51 - 2000-09-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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