Wednesday, August 13, 2008

"I don't even know why you're looking at the towns,
basing your decision upon them. From what it sounds,
all of your time is going to be spent in the studio."
She says, voice muffled from the sound of the air.

God, fuck, no. If I want out,
I will find a way, trust me.

I just need an escape route.

5 comments:

Grinning Mouths said...

I have a tattoo. It's a dotted line over my left wrist, with the phrase "cut here" underneth.

It's my escape. "In Case Of Emergency," if you will. My sense of humour is morbid at best. But I still laugh every time I see it.

Or we could just drive. I don't care where, just far.

imbrilliant said...

I've got no tattoos, but I'm
saving up for some awesomely
meaningless ones.
I'm morbid, but my humor tends
not to be. I think I like it, even
though I haven't ever seen it.



Driving is good. I have a license, but no car. Though, if you're suppling, I'll split fifty-fifty for gas money. We will go far.

Grinning Mouths said...

You mean, we could take to the highway? With this trunk of ammunition, too . . .

I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets. That would be cool with me.

imbrilliant said...

Hahah, as long as we don't have to listen
to My Chemical Romance during the drive. :]

Grinning Mouths said...

=X

Hmmmm, what *is* good driving music nowadays? My car speakers are dead, which sucks cos that is when I normally listen. The drive home from the record store is the most crucial period for me. These last few weeks have been hell. New music just doesn't sound the same on a laptop. :(