Tuesday, July 28, 2009

PEX. Philadelphia Experiment Summer Festival.

Hell, if it's an apocalypse, I'm killing myself right now she said. I believed her.

Maybe it was the mushrooms or that it was the fourth of july but it seemed possible. It must have been the apocalypse. Or a firecracker gone awry.

But it wasn't. It was magic. I mean, isn't every comet like god's small magic trick. All oohs and ahhhs? When he was 5 years old he'd seen a comet, tail fizzing out and sky all lit up. Every shooting star since was a letdown.

Here we are, three misfits in glitter and neon. In the middle of the woods. Running towards a pool and away from the fire spinners and this beauty comes out and we catch it.

I felt like the karate kid catching the goddamn fly with the chopsticks on the first try. Beginners luck. If you only live once, it's a good thing to have.

Fourth of July outfits and eyes that aren't properly focused.
Sometimes, you and the DJ (Nigel Richards) feel like dance partners that don't touch.

You know you are beautiful when your face matches the dawn.
There are some pictures that have no explanation.
*See above.
The person who blew bubbles on the dance floor while the sun was rising deserves to have some sort of authority in this country.

This little girl is a far more serious music junkie than you can ever aspire to be.

If I don't hold onto it I might lose it.
If this isn't wierdo love, I don't know what is.

If this isn't wierdo love, I don't know what is.


Hannah Miet said...

I love the little girl with headphones. She also breaks my heart a little bit.

Najy said...

I know exactly what you mean.

Nice blog btw, darling.

Hannah Miet said...

Thanks! I am quite a fan of yours.