hanging out and being mortal.

1. i don´t know what happens when i leave Here, or when i leave anywhere, either literally or metaphorically, just that change will happen again.

or don´t pretend to know the meta-Anything, but i can fix myself in the details, and learn to drink beer at room temperature.

and on top of it all, i´m in LOVE. and you can laugh and fill your heart with alcohol, i don´t mind. in fact it´s fun. the next round´s on you.

if you need me you can find me in the Womb.

2. how long do stars live?

we´re here, get pissed off, attack and get attacked, then think it´s alright because god gets the joke.

what if he doesn't? what if he´s in bed all day depressed chain smoking cigarettes? or that we are the voice that he can´t get out of his head when he´s trying to jerk off.

what does he think about when he jerks off anyway?

3. walk up the stairs to the balcony to look at the lights of the city, or spend time in someone else´s bathroom, it´s all the same.

and it´s alright.

you´re really mostly just water, anyway, and i´m willing to bet at least nearly all insignificant, self-important bastard, so try to chain smoke yourself to sixty, and good luck. just don´t leave me waiting there to give you a blue ribbon.