hungry hungry hungry

so yesterday i stopped by the stella adler studio of acting. i was nervously sweating cold bullets, as they had me stop by for an interview. turns out, it was just an informal meeting with the registrar to see if we were a good match for their workshop. i'll hopefully be starting classes in a few weeks.

22.
my anticipation rests
on the precipice of bubbles
sweating graffiti dreams
along the back of my neck
my wallet is panting harder
than a labrador in the thick of summer
and free dinners are a treasure
in true romance of friendships

23.
a yellow guitar pick stares at me from the floor of a street side cafe
it seemed to have lost its way
from worn guitar cases
and empty pockets of musicians
but the local hipsters don't seem to care much
their minds forging new ways in trends and bargain bins
packed with cigarettes and chucks
and every other person here
could pass as morrissey
when the smiths were still a band
each carrying a toxic air
behind headbands and thick framed glasses
but we know better than to judge
because each one of us is just like each one of them
reflections of thoughts and dogmas
fuming from complex commercial atmospheres
feigning deafness
in the presence of you and me alike
as if we don't care at all

bhurin

playlist:
bouncing souls - maniacal laughter
mogwai - mr. beast
mouth of the architect - time and withering