Sunday, July 22, 2007

Scraps imply rubbish

Peachy is nagging me to blog despite the fact everything has gone to shit and I fucked up like I knew I would thus resulting in the loss of a boyfriend, said casually like a cold, unfeeling pro.
Hark! Do not despair my cherished pixie offspring, enough of this stale emo warble and forwards with the drinking! Since the present is currently unpleasant let us look to the past, sift through my 18 years worth of scrapbook pages looking to when things where even more crap. Or yearn for when they were slightly improved.
First off a poem I wrote around 13 or 14 when I was inexperienced at losing my mind. Damn madness was good back then, I loved my eureka moments of, "I can see how the universe works!!" Look at my sweet, naive self leaving myself post-its of remarkable things to remember and presumably change how water runs or something. Bless. Of coarse I still find those notes and have no clue what any of them are referring to, "Soul leave and I'll have nothing but my hands to keep me company." is one I have a fondness for. Nope it's not the same now, it's getting dressed to go to bed again. They don't make insanity like they used to.
A poem I wrote, don't worry Peachy it's not serious.

Hippie gene
My mother phoned Father to say they'd found me drunk at school,
My Dad he said, "What you doing girl?"
He almost raised his voice, "Really how?!
At your age you should be on drugs by now!
What about family tradition?
Have you no respect for past generations?"
Afterwards my Mother said, "I hope your father taught you a lesson."
I flashed her a smile, "Mother I'll never drink again."

Do not worry I don't think my Dad has actually said, "What you doing girl?" ever in his life. When I wrote this I was probably hammering that 'Janis Joplin live' C.D when I couldn't sleep and in my mind I recreate everyone's accents and add in odd verbal mannerisms. This is what the verbal combination of my Dad and Janis Joplin might sound like, man.
BOOGIE


posted by Boogie @ 9:24 PM