I don't want to do anything. I just want to sit here and listen to old hardcore and suck down cigarettes and coffee. I don't want to vote for your presidents or look at your hideous baby pictures on Facebook. I don't want to answer your text messages or see whats new in your world.
Can I just read Dostoevsky in peace? Can I sew the hole in my jacket pocket in silence?
Why do you steal from me? If it isn't my clothes, it's my time...or worse yet my consciousness.
I don't want to do anything. I just want to sit here and listen to the old gods talk about the time when I was a king. I don't need a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. I don't want your church. I don't want your methadone. I don't want to reply to your non-sense.
Can I commune with Bukowski in peace? Can I listen to my Bad Brains in silence?
Why do you steal what I don't have? You are a hungry ghost, never satisfied.
I don't want to do anything. I just want to sit in the dark and smoke cheap cigars. I will not go to your party, I will not meet you for lunch(even if you are paying). I will not validate you. Can't I just be left to my own device?
Can I pour over Ginsberg's tomes in peace? Harvest my pain in silence?
Why do you insist on stealing my energy? When I disappear no one will notice.
Can I just read Dostoevsky in peace? Can I sew the hole in my jacket pocket in silence?
Why do you steal from me? If it isn't my clothes, it's my time...or worse yet my consciousness.
I don't want to do anything. I just want to sit here and listen to the old gods talk about the time when I was a king. I don't need a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. I don't want your church. I don't want your methadone. I don't want to reply to your non-sense.
Can I commune with Bukowski in peace? Can I listen to my Bad Brains in silence?
Why do you steal what I don't have? You are a hungry ghost, never satisfied.
I don't want to do anything. I just want to sit in the dark and smoke cheap cigars. I will not go to your party, I will not meet you for lunch(even if you are paying). I will not validate you. Can't I just be left to my own device?
Can I pour over Ginsberg's tomes in peace? Harvest my pain in silence?
Why do you insist on stealing my energy? When I disappear no one will notice.
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