spektor and jars.

july 16.

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we went out last night. i ordered a pbr the size of my head. we closed the place down. we got in the car.

the tires ached from out of their place. the windows ducked down.
the air had been licked by the days sun. dark had pulled the blanket over our heads.
but with my head out the window, all the street lights glowed like blurred fireflies. 
i stretched my arm out and up and down, up and down it went like waves in the quick wind. 
regina spektor came out from the radio. 

“they made a statue of us
and it put it on a mountain top
now tourists come and stare at us
blow bubbles with their gum
take photographs have fun, have fun

they’ll name a city after us
and later say it’s all our fault
then they’ll give us a talking to
then they’ll give us a talking to
because they’ve got years of experience
we’re living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we’re living in a den of thieves

and it’s contagious
and it’s contagious
and it’s contagious
and it’s contagious.”

and i’m not sure what it was. or if it was all of it.
but i just couldn’t have jarred the quiet happiness i felt. never in a million years. 

there aren’t enough jars for that kind of thing.

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this. today. july 17.

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