One Way Mirror Trick You Bastard.
So I guess it has come to this.
Supporting myself, that is. On this, that is. A journal here, a profile there, a screen name far blasted away from this scenery of my reality. We've come to base ourselves on this. Waiting for someone to care. And to respond.
Time takes up too much time, yet I petition for more hours during the day. Somehow there isn't enough to satiate my time thirst. Quench me! I won't stand for it anymore. I'm going to write an angry letter.
To Adam Dean Cameron: Your services of good old times are missed. Please respond to Austin, TX. Thanks. Hope to hear from you soon.
A lot of issues have been on my mind lately. Not issues in the sense of troubled memories or those nasty teenage bulimic bickerings-- in the sense of: things, stuff, shit. It's been spilling out through my palms and thumbs, across my arm and forcing my wrist to twist. Hopefully these songs turn out to pleasure someone's ears.
You can't wait for everything, yet you yearn for nothing to stop you. You yearn for someone to scream at you, but all you're doing is screaming yourself. But you can't stop. It's the ol' one way mirror trick.
Good night Dear lady, maybe tomorrow we'll wave again.
Supporting myself, that is. On this, that is. A journal here, a profile there, a screen name far blasted away from this scenery of my reality. We've come to base ourselves on this. Waiting for someone to care. And to respond.
Time takes up too much time, yet I petition for more hours during the day. Somehow there isn't enough to satiate my time thirst. Quench me! I won't stand for it anymore. I'm going to write an angry letter.
To Adam Dean Cameron: Your services of good old times are missed. Please respond to Austin, TX. Thanks. Hope to hear from you soon.
A lot of issues have been on my mind lately. Not issues in the sense of troubled memories or those nasty teenage bulimic bickerings-- in the sense of: things, stuff, shit. It's been spilling out through my palms and thumbs, across my arm and forcing my wrist to twist. Hopefully these songs turn out to pleasure someone's ears.
You can't wait for everything, yet you yearn for nothing to stop you. You yearn for someone to scream at you, but all you're doing is screaming yourself. But you can't stop. It's the ol' one way mirror trick.
Good night Dear lady, maybe tomorrow we'll wave again.
posted by Henry at 1:32 AM
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Dear Austin, Texas:
This is your old pal Adam Dean Cameron. I have missed you, but I have a few conditions which you must fulfill before my return in April:
1) Please remove all hipster douchebags. This will require the demolition of nearly every store on "the drag," especially that Urban Outfitters filth.
2) Please enact a city law that makes quoting Napoleon Dynamite punishable by death.
3) Please put a full-size Cabela's on every corner with a Taco Cabana drive-thru in it.
I'll send you a longer list later when I have time. Thanks!
-Adam Dean Cameron
Ah Henry, you have such a way of saying the things that float around in my head, wordlessly. I'm envious.
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