the schools are out in england -
the heat is becoming unbearable -
added the humidity and
i'm thinking about going
to Greenland for the summer -
if i could...
the schools are out
and the teenagers are at it,
as we once were...
the dreaded houseparties...
lightweights drinking 4 beers
and going crazy - shouting over each other -
enough of them drunk and the whole
affair becomes a karaoke party -
a sing-along - half of the songs i can't even
hear properly...
'you make me feel suicidal... suicidal...'
and a cover of:
with modern alt. lyrics...
oh shit... it's the same song...
sean kingston beautiful girls...
ben e. king's stand by me...
well... i had an honest day...
relaxed at the end of it shirtless watering
the plants in the garden
while drinking a corona 'n' lime...
well: if they're having a party...
i'm going to have a party in my head...
headphones in... cider...
as far as i can remember:
dancing is never on the cards at a houseparty...
so... i guess this choice of music
wouldn't fit a houseparty...
LOCKED CLUB: - lomay lomay
- sluchilos' } ЛOMAЙ EP
- osaka madness ft. RLGN
- acid supremacy...
and that dreaded acronym english
borrowed from h'america...
what the hell does D.N.C.
even mean in terms of politics...
no, don't tell me: i don't want to know...
well i do know what f.o.m.o. means...
fear of missing out...
what, with a bunch of teenagers?
i do remember being a teenager...
there's nothing worse than being a teenager...
even being 8 or 12 beats being a teenager...
the music sucks, the drinks are terrible...
to reiterate:
i've never been to a houseparty where
people would reach a level of intoxication
that would translate itself into dancing...
to hell with get-together karaoke parties:
they can do whatever the hell they do in
party-tokyo...
after all, most english houses are equipped
with a garden...
no furniture in a garden...
but then again:
i've never been to a houseparty that would
play dance music...
there are no worse things in this world
than talking while drinking...
maybe i've been drinking by myself for
too long...
but... when i drink i want to talk about
the plethora before me:
in vino veritas etc. -
posturing and expressing
past grievances?
that's the only drunks i ever
came across: always with their past grievances...
there's only so much regressive inception
referencing your school days you can stand...
everyone had a chance to be a dick
to someone...
but isolated instances -
placed on a crucifix and used to express
the whole high school affair...
it's not going to work...
maybe that's why i prefer to drink by myself...
or with strangers... in foreign countries.
i've rather eat powder cinnamon and drink
sweet chilli sauce than drink with
the supposed "friends".