06/10/2004
Fuck the People

... is a nice song from the KIlls, and it about somes up my feelings of the day.

Pretty cloudy, an irritating humid heat, a forceless breeze coming from and thus going nowhere, birds gathering to leave,
as close to Autumn as we've been yet.
A day to end running on an empty beach, eyes closed gasping for air, with Dillinger Escape Plan.
And then with the same music chasing the mumbling quiet neighbours -they had a fucking 500m long empty stretch to put their bloody transporter,
to be alone and have a naked shower,
watch the unavoidable and irresistible atardacer.
From now on it's gonna be like that almost every damn evening,
the worse the weather will be, the more beautiful they get and it is just impossible not to photograph them.
And fuck the musquitos who attacked like a squadron of Stuka's just after sundown,
fuck the asshole close parking and putting on his late music who made me move my van the first time,
and the Spanish dancers on the roof of their van -they have my blessing but fuck them anyway- who made me move the second time.
And fuck those slowly driving by staring guys.
Fuck the people.