The past two weeks have been filled with nothing but mediocrity, apprehension, boredom and anxiety. The occassional uplift comes from the presence of good friends, but as we sit and damage our livers further with more alcohol, you said to me: “You act like you’re 19, but you’ve gotta realise that you’re 23 now! Grow up!”
Do I act like I’m 19? Fuck you.
In between all this, I realise that I’ve talked about Magic Wands to you before, somewhere, outerspace. There is a crescent key that locks a hole in the door. Somewhere along the lines you’ve mentioned how you liked them.
Something like a 90s new wave version of the Kills, the guitar distortions gently drags us to a dance, and I’m saying kiss me, kiss me, kiss me now as Mr Charlie dusts our noses with a new kind of excitement. We lusted after black Lou Reed ray bans and leather jackets in the shape of James Dean. We clap in off-beat.
White light my time has come.
Hey.
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