NYC, July 22nd. I will die happy from an overdose of premium Swedish rock and roll.
Drink it through your ears.
Ma’ you’re just jealous its The Beastie Boys!
The U of R is actually kinda beautiful.
People say that you can’t run away from your problems, maybe they just weren’t running fast enough.
Disappointment
Disappointment is biting into a chocolate bar and realizing there are almonds in it.
It is waking up from an fantastic dream.
It is flipping over your pillow after waking up mid-slumber to realize that the other side is not cool either.
It is going through the contacts in your phone and not being able to bring yourself to call anyone.
It is looking into your fridge, not finding anything tasty, closing the door, and opening it again only to find the same contents.
It is most sequels, and almost all prequels.
It is discovering someone doesn’t care as much as you do.
It is waiting 2 years for an album that has one good song and 11 tracks of filler.
It is when your phone vibrates after you’ve been waiting for someone you love to text you and realizing that its just a friend asking about some reading for class.
It is understanding the Mr. Rogers has probably been mean to someone at sometime in his life.
It is discovering that you can’t really live like movies.
It is seeing someone familiar in a crowd only to find out that it is not them.
It is being 8 and not having enough Lego bricks to finish your spaceship.
It is famous people being just as sad as we are.
It is wanting to make a difference in the world, but hardly being able to change your own life.
It is knowing that kittens don’t stay kittens for very long.
It is breaking a string while writing a song.
It is having your 21st birthday and knowing you’ll dread every subsequent one.
It is watching Nickelodeon as an adult.
It is driving around in circles, each loop further solidifying the notion that there is absolutely nothing to do.
It is the fact that you will never be the best at anything.
It is finding a mix CD that your friend made for you after prom and trying to listen to it but because of the scratches accumulated through years of sliding around in the glove compartment of your car you hear only glitchy static.
It is never being able to repeat an experience exactly.
Its the tectonic shift of your ice cream leading to its ultimate demise on a hot summer sidewalk.
Eleventh Haiku (about Reese’s Puffs Cereal)
Candy for breakfast?
Its Reese’s Puffs Cereal.
And its for dinner.
This is my friend eating yogurt.
(Source: colindrohan)
