When adolescence comes, u lose your childhood piece by piece. It's an impairable damage to your imagination, a settle to conformity. Nothing seems to matter anymore except some financial parameters such as lawns (this grassmoaner is out of order again so u go back at the store and buy a new one) and loans! Suddenly sunrise means nothing, staying up late could be a disaster leaving u walking wounded next morning etc. The magic is gone. Films you once treasured seem naive, music you once adored do not affect u and the people u used to know are hidden enemies or just burnt out. Fried. Like U. Yet there r moments frozen in time that come back to haunt u and leave u stranded between the 2 worlds. A beach house when u were a kid...listening to the crickets sing and thinking "this is the sound that the stars make...". U see nothing but the midnight sky so every sound u hear should be from up above, and only seconds after u r deep asleep. Waking up many years later, sounds are well distinguished. Crickets r those filthy little creatures. Stars too die. There's a perfect explanation 4 everything. Except 4 the void deep inside u never managed to fill and the more u knew the less you felt. Damned answers, why there has to be always a rational explanation. Why can't the stars make a fucking sound anyway?
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hi there pyke! I don't recall calling you 'pyke' back in the days. Remember,some easters ago, the deserted campus, we sneaked in at the club and dj'd for our sake! You played some Ninja tunes and twisted jazz...I was still hooked on Laurent Garnier. The italians did that housy playlist, seems it all happened ages ago!Ronda fwd me yr blog. Still having those urban "nightmares" eh?
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