here is a story a story with a happy ending.
its not about the tv
its not about the room with light on
its not about having faith in myself
its not even about the isolation or incurring the wrath of a girl
its not about making myself a shell of a man rising from the ashes to succeed in this life to become guilt free.
its not about the lack of money or sex or friends or lack of spoken word
its not even about the words you are reading
its not about souls or life or death or fear or love or hurt or pain or suffering or joy, happiness freedom to do what i want or how i want
its not about anything
its about this, the feeling. i like the sweat, the heat. reminds me of paris in the early 1960s
not that i was there.
its not about the alcohol devoured or the food gargled or the cars driven.
its not about hmv, woolworths or tesco.
its not about ESM or AFS.
its not about him or her or any of them
its about that moment in the mid 14th century where that guy just nailed it. he said the exact right thing
not that i heard it.
but its true
its not about the lies
i told you
this story has a happy ending
