The Commodore Ballroom:

disappointed professionals hold up their cellular phones to capture the music.

my friend has fallen for the one with the high cheekbones,

and I, for the blue lights.

Shiny faces and chiming guitars make the night.

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I came to this realization that i don't appreciate stories.
maybe because they give me an unrealistic view of life.
relationships in particular.

I have to drown out the cars with music.
The thing about feeling down is that people want to fix you.
They take on your mess and your ideas.
They want you to be healthy.
be complete.
remove particular patterns.
but I don't know what this looks like.
or how it ought to look.
sometimes i think i'd rather smoke my djarums and die young.

[ just another james dean ]

I've thought about being a recluse.
a writer. a painter.
that or a deaf mute, like Holden suggested.

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Let me ask my readers this:
what is it that gets you through the day?
keeps you sane?
allows you to feel peace?