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There was just a moment where I felt like I was dreaming. I am awake; I know I am because that feeling never lasts this long in a dream. You know the one, the one that you feel just before you wake up. It the same feeling you get when you realize you’re dreaming, and the dream shifts into a different gear, more abstract but with more control. But I am awake, so why am I having this feeling. It has floated away now, but never have I felt more asleep, more like a dream, while I’ve been awake.
i want a free newpaper about my life filled with bad photographs
with flash and me flashing
unflattering photos of my hairy feet
give me hipbones and cellulite in 2d!
give me the cross section of the ripple effect
i want a headline under a blurry shot of me tripping
which…
i occasionally like to improve my followers days by 1000%
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it’s up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time
Now it’s two o’clock,
the club is closed we’re up the block
Your hands on me
I’m pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn’t care to know
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a girl who’s too sad to give a fuck
Where’s the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet me here but I’m not sure
I got the money if you got the time
You said it feels good I said I’ll give it a try
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let’s just take the train
I’ll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone’s ringing
And the van’s leaving
Let’s just keep touching
Let’s just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk
Where’s the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can’t seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you
You write such pretty words
But life’s no story book
Love’s an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
“Do you like to hurt?”
“I do! I do!”
“Then hurt me.”
an Article by Mischa Roethmyer
Like when I fell under the weight of the changing times, my senses were the only thing that pulled me through.
When Dylan went electric, it was like they changed Christmas to Easter and kept easter just where it was. And what happened then? The electric guitar dominated the airwaves, and still does. Through all the drum machines, the strings still resound.
This isn’t an article about how music is not The Beatles anymore. I’m writing today after my 30 days fast for the New Franciscans. I lived off nothing but barley sugar lollies for the last 30 days and 13 hours. During this time, I listened to a lot of old record. I read a lot of old books, a few I still have no idea what the titles were, as the dust jacks and covers had been removed or eaten by moths long ago.
I thought about the radical changes the world has undergone, and what compares to Dylan Going Electric, because, inevitably, history repeats. And history’s components evolve with the changes.
The title sort of give away where I’m going, doesn’t it? Spirituality is the new electric. Not religion necessarily, but the sound, flavour, texture of an enlightened life. ANd how an enlightened life can effect the world, whether they’re an architect, a musician or a chef.
Think of how Tacos and Nachos are separate, or how the chicken and the egg tale got spun so much. Spirituality.
What is above the sound of music itself, than the way it makes us feel.
Mischa Roethmyer.
Calaban Cove.
Old Port Metricious.
Foundland.
