windblown fcp remix

somewhere, a princess is getting married. but really who cares? my friend adam tells me that a good wedding would take place 10 years post union. he is on the side of logic after all. after 10 years, you have already proven to the universe that you aren't kidding. tennis like spheres have settled in my throat. a medicine (woah)man will inspect the globules. i am on a fast. lara bars, lara bars. i can almost do a pull-up. and when i can, i think that my aura and my chakras will shift towards something much more alluring. strength attracts strength.

i have ditched 80s time travel tonight in favor of hardcorepostpunkmetalscreamoemocore. from time to time, i need to catch up on these things, in order to solidify them and know that they are real. i think the problem with adults is that they forget to solidify! basically, they lose the ability to travel back because they haven't activated and EXERCISED the memories along the way. i fully expect to avoid this. invoking! grilled cheese stand. i know that was real. because of all the details. i would descend the steps of 113 1/2 college street apt A. (yes i realize that a 1/2 in my address leans more in favor of NOT REAL but this is simply overrided by the fact that it's a good detail, absurd, but real). i would order a double decker with swiss and hot sauce. then i would walk into the tobacco bowl and purchase one newport 100 full flavor. yes, a single. oh, and an izze of some sort. i never learned the name of the tallish blondish chain smoker who sold me those smokey treats (invoking! kelly t). then i would sit outside. on a bench. and go to fucking town. sometimes i would see local hooligans (JM or NM or MB or or or) engaging in global shenanigans.

anyway, presently, i am catching up on some allegiance, minor threat, circle takes the square, FUGAZI, have heart, and in my eyes, all at once. overwhelming - yes. but i prefer it. to be honest, if 90s time travel were on the agenda - it'd be a different story really. it's time to ditch the 80s parties people. let's be real. we don't remember the 80s. good god!