Sunday, June 2, 2013
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Doctor Teeth Sometimes Human....
I'm not always up for posting pics of young hotties or taking on the government. I'm not always in the mood to make fun of sitcom stars and the hypocrisy of life. Sometimes I wanna be real. Sometimes I want to let you all know how I feel.
Tired. Depressed. Full of anxiety and rage. Alone. Dreaming. Music. Waiting for the sun......
Whatever.
I am reality illusion. I am the promise of nothing. I am a muppet without a place to lay my head.
You come here for the filth, but I come here to clear my mind of the clutter.
Enjoy the show! Maybe you'll get a meltdown or two.... or just more pictures like this....
Tired. Depressed. Full of anxiety and rage. Alone. Dreaming. Music. Waiting for the sun......
Whatever.
I am reality illusion. I am the promise of nothing. I am a muppet without a place to lay my head.
You come here for the filth, but I come here to clear my mind of the clutter.
Enjoy the show! Maybe you'll get a meltdown or two.... or just more pictures like this....
Romance and Coffee (While Thinking of Before Sunrise)
"It's early in the morning, bout a quarter to 3 and I'm just sittin here talkin to my baby over cigarette's and coffee......"
Something about that image sits restlessly in my mind. Late night caffeine, nicotine and that conversation about why things aren't working out between us, when that first time I met you my heart raced and my mind couldn't focus on anything or anyone but you.
Sitting lazily on a chair and consuming movies like Before Sunrise wondering if I'd ever find myself in that situation asking a beautiful woman to get off the train with me for a walk through Vienna.
Does that scenario even exist anywhere but the fantasy world of the cinema?
Where is the romance in this particular time. It seems so natural that it would exist. But even if I realize that the movie is a movie, I still believe that romance is real....or do I?
My heart cries out for more than a one night stand or a trip to the coffee shop for empty conversation while resisting the urge to check my phone that buzzes with the latest non sequitor text message telling me nothing I currently need to know.
When a walk in the rain, a cup of coffee and a lazy afternoon watching couples fall in love doesn't equal a connection, then I don't know what does.
When you have wandered this place for four decades and still find yourself wandering alone, you wonder if romance is dead.
And I think what would happen if Jesse and Celine got together, would they now be found at Walmart getting green colored yogurt for their children, or sitting in the drive thru at McDonalds, barely tolerating each other while they wait for their $1 sandwich.
And for every beautiful woman who passes by, my heart gets hopeful, but that quickly fades when I realize that she doesn't even notice me.
I want to exist solely in the confines of a movie. Pure and final escapism for the endlessly jaded.
I just want one more cup of coffee with you.....whomever you are.
Something about that image sits restlessly in my mind. Late night caffeine, nicotine and that conversation about why things aren't working out between us, when that first time I met you my heart raced and my mind couldn't focus on anything or anyone but you.
Sitting lazily on a chair and consuming movies like Before Sunrise wondering if I'd ever find myself in that situation asking a beautiful woman to get off the train with me for a walk through Vienna.
Does that scenario even exist anywhere but the fantasy world of the cinema?
Where is the romance in this particular time. It seems so natural that it would exist. But even if I realize that the movie is a movie, I still believe that romance is real....or do I?
My heart cries out for more than a one night stand or a trip to the coffee shop for empty conversation while resisting the urge to check my phone that buzzes with the latest non sequitor text message telling me nothing I currently need to know.
When a walk in the rain, a cup of coffee and a lazy afternoon watching couples fall in love doesn't equal a connection, then I don't know what does.
When you have wandered this place for four decades and still find yourself wandering alone, you wonder if romance is dead.
And I think what would happen if Jesse and Celine got together, would they now be found at Walmart getting green colored yogurt for their children, or sitting in the drive thru at McDonalds, barely tolerating each other while they wait for their $1 sandwich.
And for every beautiful woman who passes by, my heart gets hopeful, but that quickly fades when I realize that she doesn't even notice me.
I want to exist solely in the confines of a movie. Pure and final escapism for the endlessly jaded.
I just want one more cup of coffee with you.....whomever you are.
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