oh, Abigail

These are my salad days. Green in judgment, cold in blood... solidarity is great, but lately solitary fits in a glove-like way. i will live on a beach one day with a windsuit and gold shoes and many cleverly named cats. i am inexplicably drawn to hyper-intelligent eccentric strung-out ex-muscians and hippie burnouts old enough to father me. i just bought a new 21 year old car and am proud of it simply because all the doors open. on a summers day there is nothing more appropriate than the cool of a popsicle after a handful of cigarettes. i was born without rhythm, alcohol can produce similar effects when dancing but it's never really the same thing and i may throw up on your feet. if i see a kid reading a book i will melt into a small puddle on the floor and probably give him drugs and guns if he asked. words tend to get me off. in parting i will reiterate that people don't listen to nearly enough ska as they should.