Always Falling, Never Failing
I remember falling to earth, in a dream. You were there with me, and we were laughing. Do you remember feeling like you were falling and on fire? I remember when you and I were close enough to burn.
Now we wear big black boots and snarl facial expressions carved out of broken glass. Shadowy perspectives, you know?
Yeah, fuck their drum circles and their hackysacks. Fuck their clockwork hipster affectations. Fuck everything that’s not as dirty and fucked up and used up and angry and tired and miserable as me. Fuck ‘em with broken screwdrivers in their eyes. Fuck ‘em with passion and a little less total indifference. Fuck ‘em until they start to look pretty.