There are many things that can make you fall in love, and love is bliss, but also apathy, just as these “many things” are just sunspots making love.
Into rooms I’ve sauntered, in a general state of disapproval and making no expression, and within these rooms that I’ve seen true ignorance. That bliss, those thoughts within a human gourd that come at 100 miles an hour, thoughts aimed at walls, bottles of solution, solar trajectories on August days.
What a mixup it was, and now, we have the pornographical. It’s an Alice in Chains live bootleg, it’s a Shadows Fall t shirt, it’s 63 zig-zag wrappers on the passenger floor of an invincible old Buick Lesabre. How do we know it’s invincible? Because we looked away, forever.