Wednesday's Three Word Wednesday

The words over at Three Word Wednesday are eclipse, languish and velocity. I started with bits of lyrics from Richard Hell, who played with Television, The Heartbreakers and Richard Hell & The Voidoids back in the day.

Voidoid
When it’s all said and done, when my life has reached its terminal velocity and I’d sucked in that last, sweet breath, my wish is to have Richard Hell’s name etched onto my headstone.
I mean, it really was Richard who taught me everything I needed to know in life:
“I belong to the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time.”
“But he ain't for sale unless you add the kitchen sink.”
“Love comes in spurts (it always hurts).”
Really, I owe Richard my life, man.
Languishing in an adolescent prison, pimply-faced and alone, all it took was Richard’s thumping bass and twangy voice to lift me past the detritus of a misspent youth and into something more. Dangerous.
The safety pins and the dark denim, leather boots and jackets. The hair, spiky and unwashed.
A freedom, a soaring black heart, eclipsed only by the stares of those who once pushed me into lockers but kept a minimum safe distance after the change.
Beautiful, man.
I was one of the lucky ones, too.
I got out of the scene just as the roller-coaster crested the hill and dropped into oblivion. Back before everyone started dropping from the Big H, like Sid Vicious and Johnny Thunders.
I got clean. Got an education. Covered up the tats and got a job, a wife, kids.
Still, man, the life haunts me. Just a little. Past glory fades.
You get old.
Just like the doctor who grabbed my throat and yelled, “God’s consolation prize!”
I belong to the blank generation.
I can take it or leave it each time.