On Atlantic City
The snow fell like a million tiny skydivers without parachutes. Waves were small, but clean. Oceans. The word ocean plural. Atlantic City looked like a cat puking, filled with several hundred drunken existentialists, enemies. The casinos were warm. However, they were not minimal, nor animal. The roads were left unplowed and the cars arms shoveled themselves out. A pull of a lever, a roll of the dice, a ball spinning on a wheel, basically any attempt at making money became overshadowed by the parking garage. It cost a ten and a five to park. We left our cars.
Enter blinking, bleeping, and dinging. Homeless people are not robots that like techno. No, actually, homeless people are pretty cool I guess. People’s eyes were red, not glazed, something creepy. Slowly falling around the building, each snowflake was aparachute for two hydrogen and one oxygen atom. The human body is made up of a high percentage of water, and somewhere, right now the concept of beach houses is drowning. We also require oxygen to breathe. insert: The concept of beach houses. What is that thing called; that. The lapping of brilliance, stupidity caged, on ice. Six dollars for a pitcher, and you are allowed to drink straight from it. They won't kick you out. They didn't kick me out of the average life span of a human being. I believe there is only one ocean.
This is Atlantic City! It came to me in a revelation, in an elevator, a middle aged woman telling us to be careful. No dreams. Some people say they are afraid of their dreams, but never trust statistics. Does only a fool trust facts? Remember when people actually used pens and pencils? Not in Atlantic City, no, not there. Or maybe in Atlantic City.Everything will be alright. I’ll walk to the boardwalk; I’ll talk like a salesman, the faces overwhelming, the ocean re-affirming your love, by the water you sound like a dolphin. This is not Atlantic City. If I was a snowflake I would hope to land in the ocean.
On Music
Not any particular songs or bands, but the entire concept of music. Making it, baking it, kneading the dough, and not burning it. Have you ever watched the Food Network with a bag of Doritos glued together, forming a pine tree? Didn’t think so, didn’t even think. It is intrinsically good I guess. Seeing live music is fun, but when people with big egos, or whatever compulsions they have acquired, get drunk they like to make a mess. But not like spilling a gallon of milk, rather, like punching someone in the face or yelling “come at me bro!” Tired, so tired, of the killing, and fighting. Some people just want to have a good time, are you drunk already? Hung over the banister of the fanciest casino in the city, like Borgata or something. Yeah man I'm Donnie T. about to go swimming in my pool filled with malt liqueur. Like some kind of essay or something, but neither an essay nor something, not anything, no never anything. It is the opposite of singing, whatever that sounds like, perhaps a cross between a whisper and a scream. Are there such things as sentences for sentences sake?Worker Bee is my favorite band. ..Warpaint is my favorite band.
Enter blinking, bleeping, and dinging. Homeless people are not robots that like techno. No, actually, homeless people are pretty cool I guess. People’s eyes were red, not glazed, something creepy. Slowly falling around the building, each snowflake was a
This is Atlantic City! It came to me in a revelation, in an elevator, a middle aged woman telling us to be careful. No dreams. Some people say they are afraid of their dreams, but never trust statistics. Does only a fool trust facts? Remember when people actually used pens and pencils? Not in Atlantic City, no, not there. Or maybe in Atlantic City.Everything will be alright. I’ll walk to the boardwalk; I’ll talk like a salesman, the faces overwhelming, the ocean re-affirming your love, by the water you sound like a dolphin. This is not Atlantic City. If I was a snowflake I would hope to land in the ocean.
On Music
Not any particular songs or bands, but the entire concept of music. Making it, baking it, kneading the dough, and not burning it. Have you ever watched the Food Network with a bag of Doritos glued together, forming a pine tree? Didn’t think so, didn’t even think. It is intrinsically good I guess. Seeing live music is fun, but when people with big egos, or whatever compulsions they have acquired, get drunk they like to make a mess. But not like spilling a gallon of milk, rather, like punching someone in the face or yelling “come at me bro!” Tired, so tired, of the killing, and fighting. Some people just want to have a good time, are you drunk already? Hung over the banister of the fanciest casino in the city, like Borgata or something. Yeah man I'm Donnie T. about to go swimming in my pool filled with malt liqueur. Like some kind of essay or something, but neither an essay nor something, not anything, no never anything. It is the opposite of singing, whatever that sounds like, perhaps a cross between a whisper and a scream. Are there such things as sentences for sentences sake?
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