July 2011
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via kaleidoscopedreams)
Floating Around
In the late morning, the heat became stifling. I wore my pajamas to school, but nobody noticed, because nobody ever actually notices anything that doesn’t smack them right in the forehead. I’d like to think that I’m alone in my thoughts, so I will, because I can.
In the late afternoon, the entire world became too much. The heat seemed to roll in through the windows. I lost my grip of my pencil, the fringes of my shorts, and time. Humid clouds filled the hallways and the air between conversations, delusion riding on its back.
Nobody else could see or feel the burn on my skin. I couldn’t help but feel as if I felt a million times more than everyone surrounding me. An itch, scratched. A scar, punctured.
“Keeping Up With The Carcrashians!?”
—my brother
stretchthebow replied to your post: I don’t recall a single care. Just greenery and humid air.
sounds like a line from a song?
I don't recall a single care. Just greenery and humid air.
Welcome, Ghosts
Explosions In The Sky
When my plane takes off, I’ll most likely be listening to this.
“You know that very first time we all rode in a car together, and it was a big deal to us because he was seventeen and we weren’t, and he was driving and we weren’t… but we were all there and singing and dancing along to the car bumbling down the road sort of awkwardly, sort of recklessly. We were doing nothing more than driving into fields and running until we couldn’t anymore and then just collapsing. That’s all we cared about, though. We were wildly happy with that.”
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I leave for Florida at 8am. I put off packing, but I don’t really care. Talk to me while I’m awake all night long.
It's All About Right Then
Ghosts and Vodka
“It’s All About Right Then” by Ghosts and Vodka
Favorite of all the post-Cap’n Jazz projects.
There is comfort in the sound.
