Peace is not the product of terror or fear. Peace is not the silence of cemeteries. Peace is not the silent result of violent repression. Peace is the generous, tranquil contribution of all to the good of all. Peace is dynamism. Peace is generosity. It is right and it is duty.
I don’t know why I miss people so much. It’s not like we were in love, it wasn’t like we had the time to figure that out but it wouldn’t have gone that way, but I will miss the night bike rides and the lazy afternoons at the beach after stressful work days and listening to arty doom bands and old-school thrash. This town is toxic if you’re trying to get clean, and so sometimes I think that leaving is the bravest thing.
I told someone else once that someday I’ll be old and alone and everyone I ran with in my younger years will be dead because their livers and lungs failed them. I still wonder if this will someday be my future.
so tonight at the laundromat, I was accused of being a honky-hating white girl, heard a lot of juicy neighborhood gossip, watched meth heads shoot at each other with cap guns, someone tried to buy Adderall off me, and I received a pep talk about female empowerment and the benefits of pole dancing from a massage therapist who offered me cheap red wine in a Red Bull can.
slint - nosferatu man hoover - electrolux fugazi - no surprise sunny day real estate - roses in water team sleep - our ride to the rectory russian circles - ethel godflesh - empyreal 50 foot wave - skeleton key neurosis - no river to take me home earth - rooks across the gates dub trio - mortar dub slowdive - souvlaki space station gutter twins - God’s children subrosa - cosey mo melvins - foaming hammerhead - global depression/ santa prisca / like a wizard tar - compaction sonic youth - sugar kane