xdes

it’s 2:08am, friday night, olivia is asleep, along with everyone.
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what am i doing here?
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i’ve been listening to The Pixies. only the greatest band on earth. yes, i capitalized their name, because they are gods amongst other musicians. thank you (phetus, unikr0n, or whatever internet alias), for introducing me to The Pixies.

i remember the first time i HEARD The Pixies. of course i had “heard” them before. but the first time i really HEARD them, was a peaceful trip.
and when i say ‘trip’ i mean, lsd trip. i figure at my age, and who i am now, it’s ok to blog about this experience.  i’ve calmed down a lot since then.

so anyway, it was phetus, k0rd, and i(des), sitting in k0rd/tkk’s apartment. i was laying on the black couch, and i’m not sure how everyone else was sitting/laying.  for some reason, i picture k0rd sitting at the foot of his big black chair(whatever it’s called; it has a footstool connected to it), and phetus laying on the loveseat.

The furniture was all black, the walls colored an off-white, while the fire illuminated it all.

We had stopped by the “Double G” earlier, as phetus and k0rd called it, to get some firewood. We kinda thought it would be nice to have a fire.

at the beginning of the night, while k0rd was still awake, i remember listening to peter gabriel. wow. that was some crazy shit. i remember some songs were so awesome, and melodic/happy...everything was so bright in the room.

until the next song came on, which made the black in the couch/loveseat/big chair/and coffee table really come out. EVERYTHING was dark, and dancing around me...a little eerie. it’s really amazing how much music can affect moods. and you can especially see it while on lsd/shrooms.

once k0rd went to bed, i remember at some point thinking i, myself, wanted to go to bed. i remember laying there on the couch, fighting the stimulation of acid, and trying to force myself to sleep. nevertheless, it didn’t work, and phetus was trying to conversate with me, which kept me awake.

I remember the fire dying out, it was nothing but ash and hot cherries. phetus kept poking at it, poking at it, and poking at it, all the mean time we at a pixies cd in the cdplayer.  i could still swear today, that it said “It is Dead, It is Dead, It is Dead!!”, but nevertheless, it says “Ed is Dead”.  But for that time being, i thought the song was placed down just for that situation. Hell, I thought the fire was gone/out/DEAD! but no, it wasn’t. phetus kept poking at it, and finally it got relit, and we had a nice fire to sit in front of for the rest of the night. we talked about money, and life. it was amazing. of course i learned that it said “Ed is Dead”, and not “It is Dead”. but that didn’t matter too much, the rest of the songs took me away, and i’ll never be the same again.

The Pixies make me happy.
The End.