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(enthrall me) this is it [06 Jul 2008|02:26pm] [ mood | nostalgic ] my dad: cigarette hanging between his lips, slowing burning. not one hit in five minutes, ashes fall as he fumbles with his drumsticks playing along to jimi hendrix covers. he watches as his friend with the vomit green fender stratocaster tries to tune his guitar and then the bass that his girlfriend will be playing. there is a man on the couch who is opening a new bottle of absolut (the previous bottle just emptied), he laughs when i look over and notice him almost spilling it on himself. tune tune ...tune .......hey joe.. "want a shot?" "no." "come on, man! be cool, man." he stumbles away making sure not to trip over the orange extension cord. "It's shot time" says the guy with the vomit colored guitar. He finally stops tuning for the first time in 20 minutes. "Where's my beer?" says my uncle staggering in.. receeding hair line, cigarette hanging from his lip- must be a family thing? They begin. Jamming out. Eyes shut. Smoke filling the room. This is what it must've been like in the 60's or 70's. Aspiring to be in a band. You and three other kids you grew up with playing in your basement or garage. Doing drugs. Riding the sky with each additional note. ...Floating his cigarette is down to the butt, the song is over. back to tuning... i could paint this picture a million times over

(enthrall me) [18 Feb 2008|12:58am] I have two chambers in my heart. You are sitting in the right one, invisible, and you don’t know where you are. You don’t know that this is my heart..

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