The Obscure
Welcome, one and all, to the incongruent ravings of an inferior mind!Friday, July 16, 2004
I ran into an old friend of mine today, he dropped out of school last year and has been living in Boston doing carpentry since then. It was so strange to see him, because he became an adult so rapidly. I remember he was the least mature little stoner I had ever met when I was younger. The last I really spoke to him before now was in like eighth grade, and at the time he was a real asshole. So he's been living on his own and working, playing the "adult" gig for a year or so now, and it is astounding to see how maturity has thrust itself on him. I mean, he's so different now; I never would have thought he would be the one out of all us kids back then, to grow up first.
Venus De Milo
Tight toy night, streets were so bright.
The world looked so thin
between my bones and skin
there stood another person
who was a little surprised
to be face to face
with a world so alive.
I fell.
Didja feel low?
No, not at all.
Huh???
I fell right into the Arms of Venus de Milo.
You know it's all like
some new kind of drug.
My senses are sharp
and my hands are like gloves.
Broadway looked so medieval
it seemed to flap, like little pages
I fell sideways laughing
with a friend from many stages.
How I felt.
Didja feel low?
No, not at all.
Huh???
I fell right into the Arms of Venus de Milo.
Suddenly
my eyes went so soft and shaky.
I knew there was pain
but pain is not aching.
Then Richie, Richie said:
"Hey man let's dress up like cops
Think of what we could do!"
But something something
said "you better not."
And I fell.
Didja feel low?
No, not at all.
Huh???
I stood up, walked out of the Arms of Venus de Milo.
It also made me realize just how old I am now. I mean, I'm goin' into senior year, in a couple years I'm gonna be the guy saying, "Man, I wish I was still in school, it was so easier then."
I may not say that, I don't know. You get the idea though. It's a daunting though, to realize that soon you're going to have to try and be a grownup. Man, how childish am I?
I want to go to A.C. Moore today, I have to get some supplies. I need some better paper and some calligraphy pen stuff.
That's all for today I guess, y'all have a good time being yourselves. Toodle-oo!
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