Brush the dirt up off my psyche

I've been watching Smash for the past few days. I don't know what it is about musical shows like this, but I get chills when I hear these people sing. I wish that my voice was perfect like that. But it's filled with cracks. I will never be able to sing like that.

It was a nice Friday. The same kind of adventures. We bought food from a restaurant called SK Teriyaki, a little bit down the street from my house. My dad and I used to go there together all the time, but we haven't gone in a long time. We had a picnic by the railroad tracks, watching kids play basketball and men walk their dogs. The sky was cloudy, and a slate shade of blue. It's been cold lately, but today it was warm enough to shed a few layers.

Lately, it's been like a cloud settling over everything, like there is a layer of film over my eyes in everywhere I see. It's like trying to stay afloat.

Who else burst into ugly sobbing over this? The Xx. Earl Sweatshirt. JOHNNY MARR.

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