friends rolling cigarettes with some extra kick. it ends up looking more like a tampon than something you'd like to put in your mouth. days spent in the car, shot gun then at the back curled up in fetal position. we stopped by for spring rolls, but that was just a dream. venice beach, its endless artistic wonders. the best of america is from asia. tired. didn't managed to get much sleep last night. listened to yinghan's clock ticking from the far side of the bed against the wall. tried to steal blankets but failed. 3 in the morning till dawn. it was a pretty sunset. all nice and glowy - orange, pink, then a fire red that lifted to blue.
i dreamt you left me, and awoke to find it was true. i should run, i really should, but how far, and for how long before i boomerang back to you. its silly to kinda sit around and wait for you to break me again, right? right. all wrong with my kinds of persistence. should have just let you fall back into your well of settling. let you settle to the bottom of the deep dark water and stare up at the sky - all blue and circular - not in single star in sight. i'd be on the other side, the flip side of your coin, the dark side of the moon, intangible, unreachable. you're going to be so hard to get over.
arguements with friends that just do not need to happen. its true, you're either human or dancer. hard to pick, isn't it. needless. cowering under blankets during and thunderstorm kind of needless. four hundred spoons when all you need is a knife kind of useless. umbrella on a clear cool day. not a single corkscrew. zimbabwean money. a left sock. you.
retineration of hating homosapiens. my friends will all be some kind of animal. i'd like a ferret. we would have had a zoo, but then reality pushed its way in.
delerium nocturnum - i love my pink belgian elephants. since 1654 no less.
