ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bomb-pop good morning to you, i hope you're feeling better baby. i been listening to music out of the left channel only, since the right speaker kept on shorting out the stereo. it sounds good, especially since all the music i really like is super retarded stereo with no singing in one channel, or switching around. it feels great to listen to half of "Odessy & Oracle" by the zombies. it makes sense, too. i'm living here on lutz street for the second time, coming up on one month here. i put sheets on my matress last night. they're red. i bought soap and soup and sheets and cider. the fall is perhaps my most favorite ever, and it's always hard to remember until it's right there. i started a band when i was twenty one. at times it meant more to me than i could have ever expressed, and through moments, something bigger than music or any scene happened inside of me. i grew up and understood and tried harder to tell the truth and make the world a better place than i think i ever would have otherwise. tonight we talked about how we have probably done as much as we can do, and taken it as far as it can go. and that is all we know. and there is the end. my friend is going to be a father soon. god damn. so cool. last night flashpapr played, and grace's mom came with her two younger daughters and her brand new baby boy charlie. something about charlie just freaked me out and blew me away. he was so beautiful and cool, so full of wonder and at the same time understanding. i just wanted to talk to him and to hang out with him, even though he's only a few months old and can't really speak or stand or take steps or any of that shit... he loved popsicles, though.. he kept on trying to steal his sister's bomp-pop. i felt sick half way through our set, which was in the attic of zach's house.. we listened to buffallo springfield demos today from the new box set. a young neil young. i almost forgave him for his blatant canadian up-bringing and heritage. when i was a little younger i used to meditate a lot. one time i was sick for a long long time, like six or seven months, and no doctors were of much help.. andrew said i should meditate on "Heal". just sit there and think about healing, and just heal myself. ******* we together worked and we together stayed friendships made of gold and respect we shared each new discovery and beds when neccessary you can think about the way you think you'll feel someday re-convince yourself astonished by the past where you'll end up at long last do it for yourself resent the things you have a bomb that ticks for more regret the things you said that once made you so proud a frozen hornet's nest was built in the tree on the corner of your & my blocks you looked at your reflection in the windows of a passing bus you thought you resembled a young Bowie reminded of what you lost looking ahead respect 11:17 p.m. - 8.29.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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