An Indirect Letter

-Manchester Orchestra

I wonder if I’ll ever find a reason.

“Not Psychotic or Dramatic, I like boys and that is that”

Thank you GaGa, you wrote my anthem…

Here and smoking hookah with M and G…

decided we’d record all of our thoughts:(The names of people mentioned have been changed so no one gets embarrassed)::

“DUDE! that was so F***ing awessome!…IT JUST POPPED ON THE TABLE!” -G

“Dude I can NOT handle that head right NooooooooW!!!”- M

“BIRMINHAAAM… It’s cold and I like it!”-G

“Why can’t Kemo taste better?!” -M

“I love the taste of my cancer! Kemos gonna be great” -G

“You can’t do a third!”- L

“Yeah that’s like… intercounterpossible…” -M

“So like double the cancer? … BREAST AND LUNGS!”-G

“DO you ever see pictures in your smoke? Do you? Do You?!” -G

“Did you feel like you were in seaworld?”-L

“Stern!”-M

“Yes I am, but i’m out of my Feng shui.”-G

“I used to hate you!”-M

“I understand.”-G

“It looks like a caterpillar”- G 

“I’m shaving it’s head”-M

“Oh no Dorrine!?”- L

“Speaking of Myleess… I’m really horny.”- M

“You and MYLES sittin’ in a tree K-I-S-S-I-M-I-N-Q-F-G!”

“…what? That’s like that time with JIM!”-M

“We call this WONKA WATER!”-M

“yaaaaay” -L and S

Like all good self-knowing/loathing cynical yet passionate youths, caught in a world asking too much and too little I have inevitably turned to the great opiate of our generation, the Internet, to pour out the angst and confusion, beauty and wonders, depression and apathy, that consumes every waking thought and sometimes every dreaming thought, of every conscious, or semi-conscious citizen of the world.

At my first glimpse of ‘tumblr.’ I found it to be a nice clean cut and well-rounded veritable landfill of all the mess that other ‘blogs’ contain, but in a more organized and easy-on-the-eyes outline. Caught by it’s streamline yet welcoming profiles I hastened to make my own and put my two-cents in to the fountain of blogs now exploding throughout the web.

So like any self-respecting blogette I shall use this forum to the best of my abilities and spill on to it the workings of my mind and my perceptions of the world.