Nov 4, 2006 2
waiting
hanging out in my car as a subarbanite is wont to do on a friday night in an uninspired scattering of boxes constructed out of monochrome lego building blocks (which i love) by someone with zero imagination (which i wish i could love) finding affirmation in a triad of elements consisting of the person in the passenger seat the barren barn that appeared misplaced only by virtue of remaining what it is while what it is in changed and the periodic appearance of a plane in the sky when a song came on the radio whose speakers would randomly deactivate and the only way to re-activate them was to induce some electrical current in the car’s circuitry by yanking on the auto-locks or mirrors that was a cover of a song you can’t help but love by an artist i am in love with. and now i can’t stop listening to her sing her songs.
