You Are a Radar Detector

If tumblr was a place,

let’s go.

Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
Can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you.

I fucking love The Platters. 

Young in an Older Day.

Take me to when things were old. Well, they’d be new. err, present. They’d be relevant and I’d be happy; if I was to write something I’d want an old typewriter. If I got thirsty I’d want to open up a cold, glass, coca-cola bottle or toss a kid a nickel at a lemonade stand. I want to go to shows and smoke old cigarettes because I wouldn’t know how bad they were for me. I want to read the newspaper and keep clippings. I can do that now but I’ve got the ability to bookmark on my browser. Much less fun.

I want to live in a day where convenience and quickness wasn’t the best route;

I want to drink and dance and use those old dial phones to call for a cab ride when it got late and that’d really only cost me a buck. And the taxi drivers name might be Bert, and we could talk about life.

I want  to feel young in an old era; I want to ride an old bicycle to work downtown in a suit everyday. I wouldn’t have to wear a suit everyday but I probably would anyway. Because most people did. Left over from the Victorian era I suppose.

I want to go to a greasy spoon and buy a malt and a cheeseburger. Maybe my waitress would deliver it to my car in roller skates. But maybe that’s too modern for me.

I don’t want to live in a war time but the excitement might be fun, so long as I don’t die or have any of my friends die on me.

I want to feel young in an old era. And live to see the change that is the relevant world we live in today. I want to be old but I’m not compromising my youth quite yet. I was just born too late. maybe 60 years too late.