My spine fell out my ass as she walked out the door.
aim- books out loud
Slowly, and with stiff fingers.
You can't legitimately give yourself to everybody. You can't legitimately accept everyone else's shit. These songs that we shout in each other's faces make us feel connected and in a way they tie us together. But a lot of us are still alone in the crowd. A lot of us are hiding in our ipods or in our record collections and in our pile ons. It's a great set up for people who are desperate to be close to people but terrified to be legitimately close to people. It's myspace. It's meaningless sex. It's sing-a-longs to your favorite band. It's sloppy drunken conversations late on a Saturday night. It's that stupid sheet of plastic that your grandmother puts on her couch. It's all a buffer. It's all a placeholder or an acting out of real human intimacy while at the same time trying to protecting ourselves from getting hurt. It will never touch legitimate human intimacy. Ever.
audioscrobbler. muxtape.
shelfari.
Desperation is the raw material of change. Only those who can leave behind everything they've ever believed in can hope to escape.