So, let's talk about rock and roll for a second.
Maybe The Spazzys prove that there is a place for innocence in art. I don't WANT to know ANYTHING about them. I don't WANT to know who they are.
Because right now, they are the new Shrielles, and I don't want to blow that.
Besides, I think that they are younger than me, and that kinda makes me nervous.
Slower goes the body, faster goes the mind - to the point of absolute incomprehensibility. Slower body, faster mind - faster and faster as dehydration really kicks in and my back is the least of my problems.
Faster mind, slower body. Slower and faster and slower until death. I don't think I shall die but my writing will as my ability to construct a simple sentence evaporates into the air. But I have to hold out for The Flaming lips. They are all that matters. Wayne is here. I wonder what he's doing? I wonder if he knows, somehow, about my indescribable pain? I wonder if he cares?
He asks "Do you realise that everyone you know some day will die?" I DO realise that and now I know what he meant. I don't want to get into THAT though - that's the sort of stuff that could drive you to the very brink of insanity in circumstances such as these, where woodworms are gnawing at my skull. Roger Waters would be proud of me for stealing that from him, but fuck him - he is a prick anyway. I will NEVER forgive him for THAT NIGHT, and one day I will tell him, and it will haunt him to the end of his days, that rat bastard.
Posted by David at February 7, 2004 08:26 PM | TrackBack