Well tonight was a night. I have a really cute girls number in my phone now and had a couple of good conversations with her tonight. It just wasn’t the right cute girl… and was a couple of strange conversations, she wasn’t even ringing for me!<\/p>\n
It was a good night, we had some laughs and a good time and lots of beer. The latter perhaps not being so good. I did find out there is a cute girl with funky hair living on my estate. It’s not stalking if we are walking the same way!.<\/p>\n
*sigh* little black numbers are evil…but also wonderful but really very evil and should be put completely out of mind…again. FUCK.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Free from your past, free of your future too, there’s nothing left to rise above but you.
\nShow me your ocean red, kiss the tears that stain my neck, drug me with visions untrue.
\nBut I own a photograph, you lay there naked on your back, safe in a stone house by the sea.
\nThere’s nothing true and nothing’s real, but I remember one clear feeling, warm beneath your gentle company.
\nWhen I lay dying upon some bed, I hope that you’ll remember this: the only one I want to see is you.
\n— Michael Gira, “Untitled Love Song”<\/p>\n
*** wow. I need to hear this. If it sounds anything like the lyrics, I could crush on it straight away.<\/p>\n Fuck. I can’t put some stuff into words. I’m just not really comfortable with it. I don’t know if I ever will be and until such a stage I’m gonna just play it over in my mind every now and again.<\/p>\n Sleep now, airport in the morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well tonight was a night. I have a really cute girls number in my phone now and had a couple of good conversations with her tonight. It just wasn’t the right cute girl… and was a couple of strange conversations, she wasn’t even ringing for me! It was a good night, we had some laughs … Continue reading “”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3509"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3509"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3509\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nvia Die Puny Humans<\/a>.<\/p>\n