Thu, 19 May 2005

lambshead
I’m not going to a party, I told her. If you want to come over, I will make you some tea and we can sit in the bedroom and I’ll play you that new Devendra Banhart album I like and not talk very much and wrap up in quilts like we were coming down, well we can do that, but I’m not going to any party. We can hide a flask in your coat and get drunk and ride the bus around and buy some fireworks and shoot ‘em at each other out by the little airport, but I’m not going to any party. We can wait until the sun goes down and go out to the woods and climb up in the trees and scare the animals, but I’m not going to any party. If we hurry, we can go to the thrift store and buy a slide projector and some fire-damaged children’s toys from which to make puppets, but I’m not going to any party. I don’t do that any more.
(12:24.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #