ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- let them sleep downstairs they're sleeping a much needed and well deserved sleep. everybody deserves to sleep. up here i'm trying to convince myself that it's springtime by wearing a zipped up hooded sweatshirt with nothing underneath it and jeans. the doctor pepper flows like water and keeps me awake until this ridiculous hour, all the regular practices of the past in full motion right now. i wonder what the new year is gonna bring. last night i had an amazing and ridiculous time driving from rhode island back to williamsport. an unbelievable moment straight out of some stupid cartoon where i took a wrong turn somewhere in scranton pennsylvania and wound up in new york state. it sounds kind of simple or non-eventful, but there's a specific brand of terror and disdain that only comes from seeing a "YOU ARE NOW ENTERING" sign for a state you weren't planning on entering. can't live in the past, can't live in the present, can't imagine what's next. i hope everyone reading this is happy and surrounded by people they love and who love them. ******* listen to: in loving memory (amazing emo-violence on littlehands recordings. i managed to write the longest review on the michigan hardcore board in critique of their new cd-r. for more longwinded definitions, go to plusminusrecords.com/michigan and click on the reviews section.) ornette coleman, low, albert ayler, outrageous cherry, beach boys "friends" (the last good/tolerable record of their retarded period, before it all really got out of hand), fleetwood mac, dancecard. 6:38am - 12.23.00 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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