Dance Pants
By on June 24, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (2)
I can’t get enough. The music. The jamz. The WU! Dance Party 2002. OK! Here’s a life lesson (#4): LIFE IS CYCLICAL. You find yourself. In your new shoes. Your new persona. You feel legit. You always do. AND you love it. So, your in it (How much does Garden State suck? … it’s the Sufjan of movies, you like it, but it cheapens your existence)… Tonight, we were visiting, then the past comes back. Life is put into a new perspective. I can’t help but put myself into the lowest common denominator. FIRST, I hate to think I am better than anyone else. I mean, I do it, think it, but I am eternally bummed out about it. How could I know more than anyone? I forget my sister’s birthday, I mess up, lose friends, say the WRONG thing… I am a constant foot in the mouth. It’s a bummer. I have always wanted an eternal perspective. The eternal transcendence. No matter what. Punk Rock. Conservative Christian. It’s the “eternal” perspective. Whether it be heaven, or the cosmos. I want to be like Bucky. I don’t want to fight for religion, or politics, just eternity.
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and the sun is going to blow up…
I need the cyclical magic.
Posted by johanna | July 1, 2007 @ 5:51 PM
Just when I think I am getting a clear picture of reality, the cyclical magic happens. It’s like dreams. or worse, nightmares. Shit you never knew was inside of you just comes out.
Your soul is the most beautiful. the cosmos. I am fucking crying as I read that last line.
over and over.
forever.
Posted by Laura | June 25, 2007 @ 9:47 AM