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My room hasn’t smelt like overheating light for too long. It’s the smell of reading well past bedtime, neither of which particularly exists anymore. I’ve probably made other plans by the time this is read, anyway. Allusions are dry things, and metaphors draining… so I’ll pass this time. Simple.
And thus four hours of ridiculousness begins. Insert remarks directed against a certain stage of human development here.
Update: Ah, but one of them is pleasant and mature beyond their years. A redeeming feature of the crowd, perhaps. Just two lines of much-appreciated conversation/observation made the day brighter (yes, brighter at 8pm).
And suddenly there the two armies met, clashing noiselessly. Neither side can report any casualties, save the occasional bump — an unintended attaché clash ending in a mumble and an averted gaze: a moment is too long. After the battle, there is no blood, no amulet or token of commemoration. However, two civilians remain, unmoved. One, a girl, sits cross-legged, her back against the wall. Her face is obscured, for there is a man crouching between the observer and herself, resting one hand upon her leg (for balance, if nothing else) whilst his other is no longer visible. He is wearing a dark jacket, loosely fitting, and from its right sleeve a pale grey smoke emerges, its wisping effervescent form a substitute for his hand: this absent member the only victim of this urban encounter.
Knowing that no further decline is possible without the aid of heavy machinery, commercial-grade explosives, and the NSW government.
MySpace really know how to spend money. They’re presently repositioning htemselves as ‘a place for music’ (distinct, more astute readers shall note, from its previous slogan: ‘a place characterised by bizarre and angsty teenage social interaction or lack thereof’ — not quite as catchy) to the point that they are now sponsoring tours such that they are even being co-billed with Frontier on a poster I just encountered (I’m on a bus) for a Dashboard Confessional gig at the Horden next month.
How on earth they’re ever going to transform endless promotion into financial return is beyond me… but hey, I hear they’ve bought an Xbox hot air balloon, so at least they’re in good money-losing company. (Microsoft’s Xbox division, for those not in the loop, is more commonly known as the 4-billion-and-increasing-dollar-hole.)