i had a really weird trip driving home tonight. probably a high/ lack of sleep combo. we watched perks tonight finally, and it was perfect. it's neat for us. i hadn't read the book before we met, and he hadn't seen rocky horror. he'd read the book, though, and i'd seen rocky horror several many times. he lent me the book to read, and once i found out rocky horror was in the book, i made sure he watched it, as he hadn't before. we've been having some magic times lately, and it prepped me for the drive home. it was dark, and all the lights looked super intense. i felt i was flying a space ship instead of grinding the gas on my kia. everything was smooth and light and lithe. and i was listening to west ghost. this album is incredible. seriously, what you should do is get the mixtape, listen to it for about a week, and night drive to it. do that. it's powerful and ancient.
it makes me wonder how people expressed themselves in early civilization. it also makes me feel like i could make music about my life. i haven't done a lot of things. i'm not a modern day version of forrest gump. not like you are. but i've seen a lot of things. and i've learned a lot from those things. and maybe they are stories worth telling.