modest mouse
Meating People is Easy
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- Oct 21, 2001
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Is there a more lonesome equation than counting the miles of right line gliding by on your right as the yellow strips on your left fade away in the antiquity of past days?
Desperation and agression are the neighborhood twins who never let you get too close but always seemed int eh middle of everything.
There is a certain desperation that only those who came of age in a Northern Humid clime can expereince. With so much snow and ice and darkness and hope springs eternal. With friends of location, not of idea, nor class, nor education, nor ambivalence.
With contacts exchanged int eh dark and a ceaseless survival instinct in times of Blah.
With the sibling agression easing on on coattails and nepotism. A default setting of energy until more pressing catastrphes arive. A deadweight of necessary reaction and enlightenment.
Trackign of amino acids and vitamins and herbal remedies is lost when hunger pangs and a lust for life facilitate insomnia. Stagnation breeds self-revalatory-contempt and a thirst in your mouth for orange juice, merely for the sugar.
You embrace cliches, paradox, and satisfactory disagreement in a last ditch effort to clarify, or perpetuate... as if it matters anymore.
A final pondering as the delicate balance of happiness is brought forth.
Life is hard people, keep struggling.
Desperation and agression are the neighborhood twins who never let you get too close but always seemed int eh middle of everything.
There is a certain desperation that only those who came of age in a Northern Humid clime can expereince. With so much snow and ice and darkness and hope springs eternal. With friends of location, not of idea, nor class, nor education, nor ambivalence.
With contacts exchanged int eh dark and a ceaseless survival instinct in times of Blah.
With the sibling agression easing on on coattails and nepotism. A default setting of energy until more pressing catastrphes arive. A deadweight of necessary reaction and enlightenment.
Trackign of amino acids and vitamins and herbal remedies is lost when hunger pangs and a lust for life facilitate insomnia. Stagnation breeds self-revalatory-contempt and a thirst in your mouth for orange juice, merely for the sugar.
You embrace cliches, paradox, and satisfactory disagreement in a last ditch effort to clarify, or perpetuate... as if it matters anymore.
A final pondering as the delicate balance of happiness is brought forth.
Life is hard people, keep struggling.
