The emotions are so conflicting That I feel physically crippled And physically numb And I woke up an hour and a half ago Still I’m laying in bed My stomach feels like a deep hole I’m starving for food But the idea of starting the day brings a sharper pain I don’t want to talk about it …
So, this is one of those hopeful inquiries out into the vacuous space of the internet for assistance. My band Comrades is heading out on tour Sunday with our dear friends Shy, Low and we have run across some trouble finding shows on the following dates:
July 1: Anywhere between Lexington, KY and VA July 6: (Shy, Low only) near Detroit, MI July 9: Western PA July 10: Western PA (we have a maybe here)
I've noticed I've been asking "Is this real life?" often.
Sometimes, life cannot be believed. Sometimes the anomaly is terrible to observe. And the anomaly is becoming more frequent. Sometimes the children we’re raising are lacking in respect and the parents raising them lacking in character, discipline, and selflessness. The boys think they run whatever town they choose to claim as theirs, when really they’re only running their mouths. The girls are sad, or back-biting, pristine in their loneliness sometimes confused for independence. Complaints are raised without solution and there is this general disdain when the direction of conversation turns toward hard things. People can talk about anything and everything except the socially unacceptable. This is real life. It seems.
Please don’t be offended that I don’t follow back/contact you. You see, I only Tumblr with my telephone presently and I can’t see who you are most of the time. I’m really terribly sorry. You should tell me who you are. It would help our relationship I’m sure.