I recently lost my iPod in my car, and once i finally go where i tell my mother I'm gonna go, with no passengers, no highway, no 60 in a 25, no not using turn signals, no loud rapping in the county, no running possums over, Karma will finally allow it to come back to me.
But until then, i'm at a lost. It's been a tough 5 days. The device that used to put me to sleep, wake me up, accompany me on long trips, a comfort that drowned the world out with is gone. My Golden Child, where art thou?
I should stop talking about her like this.
Two years ago, I lost her and i wrote a poem about it. People thought it was about someone dying. Then, my wonderful SBT raided my locker and found her. Oh boy, my balls melted. I attacked that hoe with hugs, but carefully for I was carving linoleum in art and that shit doesn't necessarily hurt, but it makes you bleed like a mofo.
I'm hopingshe'll... it'll turn up somewhere. Like magically my coat pocket, like where it was last seen. I feel like it's at a gas station 32 km away and I'll never get it back.
Sure, I can buy a new one. Upgrade! I guess it's about time anyway, I've had it for way too long. But the thing is, I don't want a new iPod. I want mine :( She's that ancient type shit. That resilient faithful type shit :\ I don't feel like being nice to something new, I'm not the most patient, careful person. The second I get it, I'll want to fuck it up, draw all over it, tape it, drop it, scratch it without fear of it being shattered. It's like meeting a new friend and you're still a bit reserved, not totally yourself yet cus you wanna impress.
It's not like I'm worried about getting in trouble for losing my iPod. I really don't care. I just haven't told my parents in hope that it'll just pop up. Until then, I have a human alarm every morning. My mother doesn't appreciate it. I miss waking up to songs materializing women's' assets.
I feel like there shouldn't be that many words mourning a missing iPod. It's just, I feel weird without music lately. The voice in my head sounds black and white, and it sucks dancing to. My iPod held music in it, sure. That's what I most want. But I guess it's just what I've been through with the particular iPod. It's like a pet..
I also feel like I have no idea what I'm saying.
But until then, i'm at a lost. It's been a tough 5 days. The device that used to put me to sleep, wake me up, accompany me on long trips, a comfort that drowned the world out with is gone. My Golden Child, where art thou?
I should stop talking about her like this.
Two years ago, I lost her and i wrote a poem about it. People thought it was about someone dying. Then, my wonderful SBT raided my locker and found her. Oh boy, my balls melted. I attacked that hoe with hugs, but carefully for I was carving linoleum in art and that shit doesn't necessarily hurt, but it makes you bleed like a mofo.
I'm hoping
Sure, I can buy a new one. Upgrade! I guess it's about time anyway, I've had it for way too long. But the thing is, I don't want a new iPod. I want mine :( She's that ancient type shit. That resilient faithful type shit :\ I don't feel like being nice to something new, I'm not the most patient, careful person. The second I get it, I'll want to fuck it up, draw all over it, tape it, drop it, scratch it without fear of it being shattered. It's like meeting a new friend and you're still a bit reserved, not totally yourself yet cus you wanna impress.
It's not like I'm worried about getting in trouble for losing my iPod. I really don't care. I just haven't told my parents in hope that it'll just pop up. Until then, I have a human alarm every morning. My mother doesn't appreciate it. I miss waking up to songs materializing women's' assets.
I feel like there shouldn't be that many words mourning a missing iPod. It's just, I feel weird without music lately. The voice in my head sounds black and white, and it sucks dancing to. My iPod held music in it, sure. That's what I most want. But I guess it's just what I've been through with the particular iPod. It's like a pet..
I also feel like I have no idea what I'm saying.
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What up baby girl ;)