don't get me wrong, spencer moody, rock-god, until the end of time

long room i was ont he balcony and little piss-love-wish-drunk kids in it all for the style and it's easier to belong and all that falling waiting by the stage for a band that connor said it was okay to like (they've been waiting since three or four in the afternoon so they could be up close) and out comes walking prancing, dragone slayer rock-hero descendant of spencer moody and telling us all to fuck off in the way that only a rockstar can (and no one even knows him).

so he uses spencer's presence calls him back (i knew spencer wouldn't leave us alone without his replacement), cowboy boots kicks over an army of people (all X's on their hands) and shouts screams (our last chance to just stand there) and they're all just waiting. i'ts good to know rock and roll will never die. and now it's clear to me, as a crystal fucking eye glass champagne glass "CARSINOGENTS EAT PEOPLE!"

2003-05-04 | 2:28 p.m.
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