soon, twilight will be upon us. the beat will close in, and all the frustrations, irritations, trials and tribulations of the day will dissipate. i feel the need for a truer cleansing; one that the weekend, now sprinkled with the drama that comes with breaking up with a jersey-ite, can no longer provide. yes, wednesday seems ideal. the perfect time to release and reload. the fill needed to get me through the rest of the week. and no matter what kinda fight i get into the following weekend (which i probably will), wednesday will linger like some sonic aphrodisiac. filtering the bullshit of tourism, hipsters, wannabes, and hipster wannabes. fuck your exlusivity, fuck the spoon fed imagery. i long for the lights and music on my mind, the night, transmitting cars across the room, where i can lose myself with someone else, someone like you boy, acid bear boy. again and again and again...till the beats emanating from the light bring us to a slow...slow...pulse.
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