I love myself some eventful weekendin'.
Start this off with a Thursday night and some Plum Wine, cannot sleep so Final Fantasy X-2 to the wee hours of bursting daylight. Come twelve (the afternoon) and the 5 hours that follow it, rapid fire bursts of horribly vivid dreams, one involving being swarmed in a foldout chair by giant dogs, a very tiny one just out of my vision gnawing at my elbow fat.. horrible elderly faces peering through windows scowling..
3 minute bursts of these.. shorter longer.. but constant. Waking to catch my breath between each. A brand spankin' development for dreamland. A disorienting development for the real world reaching even now.
Evening arrives with six packs and good muzak, possiblities of scenarios such as a hardcore (techno) show that sounds so stupid i'm tempted. Brighton Beach passing by floral monuments on the side of the highway, waiting around for people to score coke, awaiting my barber, "one of God's own prototypes, a high powered mutant never meant for mass-production. Too strange to live, too weird to die" to finish his temporary coping with the anniversary of his sisters roadside drunk driver smashed death in the ways he knows how. By the time this would conclude 2 hours will pass and with his entrance to the car, from the passenger seat I say it's fuckin' brilliant to see you, but I really must be leaving, the mentioning of a much needed hair cut, and I'm on my way.
Faith No More on the Ipod and a ride on the G to the L for rendezvous with the lovely stella_marie and the pulchritudinous illstabyou. A brief share of drinks and it's just her and I. We'll share more drinks and then dances in the pouring rain like only fools in love could.
Our next evening together would begin with a title bout against the weather and foreign subway routes. A greeting to the Gloggfest we were just seconds from arriving at on an elevator floor with an etch-a-sketch, three shots of Jaqermeister piled next to its master bottle on a children's table, alongside it the sound of 50 Cents warbling on a Hello Kitty karaoke machine in the corner. We stand bewildered. Take hands and dance our way to the fifth floor.
Dancing would occupy the later hours, good impressions on best friends, the drinks that would precede, people I've never met racing to shake my hand goodbye..
stella_marie forgets her umbrella, heads upstairs with 50 cent, everyone else realizing they've forgot theirs as well... What would we do without her?
Relaxation's Sunday's theme, I sit with the roommates I invade weekly as they kick off their ritual marathon of the night's television and I stare deep into my Nintendo DS and geek the night away.
A days work behind me still amazed, how it seems that anyone and everyone will strike up a respectful conversation with me anywhere, how unthreatened I feel being the only little white boy on the bus, and how everything's gonna be just be beautiful. I've got a thousand idea's running through this little mass of meat, water and electricity. Take these dreams as far as the ride goes, enamored in the fact that there'll be much more beauty in it's path.
Ending this bit with a you take it as far as you can, Reading Rainbow, unclip your uzi's and hug the motherfucker next to you type tip. In finale with love. Good Night.
Start this off with a Thursday night and some Plum Wine, cannot sleep so Final Fantasy X-2 to the wee hours of bursting daylight. Come twelve (the afternoon) and the 5 hours that follow it, rapid fire bursts of horribly vivid dreams, one involving being swarmed in a foldout chair by giant dogs, a very tiny one just out of my vision gnawing at my elbow fat.. horrible elderly faces peering through windows scowling..
3 minute bursts of these.. shorter longer.. but constant. Waking to catch my breath between each. A brand spankin' development for dreamland. A disorienting development for the real world reaching even now.
Evening arrives with six packs and good muzak, possiblities of scenarios such as a hardcore (techno) show that sounds so stupid i'm tempted. Brighton Beach passing by floral monuments on the side of the highway, waiting around for people to score coke, awaiting my barber, "one of God's own prototypes, a high powered mutant never meant for mass-production. Too strange to live, too weird to die" to finish his temporary coping with the anniversary of his sisters roadside drunk driver smashed death in the ways he knows how. By the time this would conclude 2 hours will pass and with his entrance to the car, from the passenger seat I say it's fuckin' brilliant to see you, but I really must be leaving, the mentioning of a much needed hair cut, and I'm on my way.
Faith No More on the Ipod and a ride on the G to the L for rendezvous with the lovely stella_marie and the pulchritudinous illstabyou. A brief share of drinks and it's just her and I. We'll share more drinks and then dances in the pouring rain like only fools in love could.
Our next evening together would begin with a title bout against the weather and foreign subway routes. A greeting to the Gloggfest we were just seconds from arriving at on an elevator floor with an etch-a-sketch, three shots of Jaqermeister piled next to its master bottle on a children's table, alongside it the sound of 50 Cents warbling on a Hello Kitty karaoke machine in the corner. We stand bewildered. Take hands and dance our way to the fifth floor.
Dancing would occupy the later hours, good impressions on best friends, the drinks that would precede, people I've never met racing to shake my hand goodbye..
stella_marie forgets her umbrella, heads upstairs with 50 cent, everyone else realizing they've forgot theirs as well... What would we do without her?
Relaxation's Sunday's theme, I sit with the roommates I invade weekly as they kick off their ritual marathon of the night's television and I stare deep into my Nintendo DS and geek the night away.
A days work behind me still amazed, how it seems that anyone and everyone will strike up a respectful conversation with me anywhere, how unthreatened I feel being the only little white boy on the bus, and how everything's gonna be just be beautiful. I've got a thousand idea's running through this little mass of meat, water and electricity. Take these dreams as far as the ride goes, enamored in the fact that there'll be much more beauty in it's path.
Ending this bit with a you take it as far as you can, Reading Rainbow, unclip your uzi's and hug the motherfucker next to you type tip. In finale with love. Good Night.
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illstabyou:
That link is so messed up -- I'm still trying to absorb the whole thing.
stella_marie:
