his thin and tired voice tears me apart.

something about sonic youth is something like longing, and it makes my fingers shake.

also on the apt: i hope that i get it because i can see myself there. also, i want to lay on it's carpet in the empty living room (because i have no furniture) and i want to watch the ceiling while day turns to night.

and also, i want to throw things about and know that it's not buggin' no one no how, and if they don't like it, they can stick it.

and i will leave my shoes wherever i decide to take them off.