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ON THE NIGHT BULLET KIDS WAS FORMED, JOKI (FASTGOER) ATE AN ENTIRE EIGHTH OF SHROOMS IN LESS THAN 15 SECONDS. HE THEN LEFT THE REST OF THE GANG BEHIND AND EMBARKED ON ONE OF THE MOST TERRIFYING JOURNEYS OF SELF DISCOVERY ANY HUMAN HAS EVER UNDERGONE, BY HIMSELF, IN A PITCH DARK, SILENT ROOM. WHAT AN IDIOT.
We were sophomores who had shaken off twenty-something credits while taking on water in our steadily sinking academic lives.
A whole year spent weaning off weekends in our hometown left us isolated and alone in our rooms. You were a bull, militant, or adamant to change. I was one too, in a fashion; with differences that seem to matter little now. When Autumn had firmed into hard and steady ground, I finally grew tired of feeling sorry for myself and shed what little was left for dead. And started brand new with a heart that could finally let go and begin to heal.
I lost Crazy Rhythms by The Feelies and TNT by Tortoise so I added those back to my library.
I also downloaded The Destruction of Small Ideas and The Fall of Math by 65daysofstatic. The Fall of Math is pretty good, it’s standard late 2000s UK Math with an injection of Noise and Glitch.
I also got Viajante by Tremor, which is a really cool Brazillian Synthpop album. I might have something new to play when I’m drinking with friends now.
I got Siamese Dreams by The Smashing Pumpkins for shits and giggles.
The last album I downloaded is Above The Earth, Below The Sky by If These Trees Could Talk. It’s extremely atmospheric and I might end up really liking this album, but we’ll see. They bill themselves as “rock” but that’s so vague? Like they sound like Math and Noise. Last.fm says they have “Extremely similarity” to MaybeSheWill and “Very high similarity” to And So I Watch You From Afar but I’d say it’s the other way around. They have the intensity of ASIWYFA that MSW always lacked for me.
What became of everyone I use to know? Where did our respectable convictions go? Your words don't match the story that your actions shows, But what do I know?
I'm sure you can't help but remembering. I thought that you'd be one not to forget, But remembering's not helping you yet.
Say goodnight; Mean goodbye. I know you think my life would stop with you away. Maybe I can see you on holidays? But you're worlds away. I've never forgotten all our yesterdays, But I'm lucky if we're speaking on the holidays.
The evidence presents itself accusingly: Your absence speaks everything you think of me Now that I am faced with opportunity, You're not remembering. I'm not asking you, anyway. Even if you ever could cave in, I wouldn't know where to begin.
Dear Daddy: I write you in spite of years of silence. You've cleaned up; found Jesus. Things are looking good, or so I hear. This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings. Like Father, Stepfather, the Son is drowning in the Flood.
We're so high, we're almost in outer space.
This is where I lived and learned, the place where I was born, And I will never leave it. (I will never leave it.) I know that you are headed to the west or someplace else, It is your resting place inside that safe escape.
You scream out loud like siren sounds; you've reached your final goal, Which is to have and hold. As for us, we've figured out exactly how to breathe With vanishing lungs like these.
So thank you New England Trees: The Sidewalks of Walnut Street.
Hey Coffee Eyes! You got me coughin' up my cookie heart. Makin' promises to myself: Promises like seeds of everything I could be.
Honestly, I can't remember teen dreams. All my teenage feelings and their meanings; They seem too see-through to be true. All the "who's" are there, But the "Why's" are unclear.
Picture this: The long awaited Sickening Kiss. How does it feel to know You've re-written history? Explain how these things change Despite the complicated beginning to all of this.
Honestly?
Fall Out Boy // Poughkeepsie, NY // 2013
Fall Out Boy // Take This To Your Grave // 2003
Fall Out Boy // Save Rock and Roll // The Phoenix // 2013
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Thinking about leaving. How I should say goodbye? With a handshake, or an embrace, Or a kiss on the cheek. Possibly all three.
Well maybe I've been wrong. Maybe my intentions are irrelevant. But honestly, it's not just for me.
We've both been so unhappy. So let's just see what happens. When summer ends.
Laura Jane Grace by Rock and Roll Hotel on Flickr.