2002-12-07
11:46 p.m.
me and frankie laughing and drinking
you don't act like a fucking rockstar for nothing, followspots following and fangirls fanning, easy grins to (invisible but still) cameras and faraway eyes otherwise. this is *nothing new*, but nothing I can wrap my arms around. every new day makes me believe I knew nothing the day before - I start building at around six am and strike the set at 11:59 at night. this gets difficult. how do I finish a song that started yesterday, when I'm constantly humbled by the whole world? nothing nothing nothing. It's thrilling, in a way. in a week, it'll have been since morning. nothing feels better than blood on blood
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