Like the weight of the earth beneath your feet pulls all the alcohol out of your brain at all the inappropriate moments, changing momentary delight into routine unspontenaity.
I want everything to be magical, but I am constantly taking arms against a tide of monotony. This world conspires to make my life ordinary, unlike the dream state I aspire to live in, and you folks aren't making things any easier.
Where are all the giggly times I see in cigarette adds? The random sexual experimentation I hear about in Trojan commercials? The endless rock-and-roll party I dreamed of as a teen???
Life holds no giggles, no rock-and-roll, and no sexy smiles pointed my way.
I want to live for the moment, but moments have got to mean more then this...don't they?
