Lucid dream waking moments, getting up to piss in the middle of the sweating cold â€¨midnight. Khaki curls fill my ( lack of ) vision, masking my fear as sentences â€¨deconstruct in my mouth... Urban renewal looks soft in the moonlight as a â€¨bullet shatters the frost at my window sending lunatics running for the hills as my guardian angel with a .45 desert eagle and a British accent stand watching the ghosts, ready â€¨for anything. A tribe of cats flit in and out of shadow and steam, friends and foes, gin and â€¨tonics and i am drinking Lunetta Prosecco in tartan sheets wearing aviators to â€¨block the dim red light that may or may not effect my apparently crucial ability to bear children. â€¨My nails are bright yellow as I saw into steak that cost half a million dollars and a Russians right toe as my guardian angel licks his lips with what i think must be anticipation filling the hallway. I went to the edge and i looked out and it pushed me. I Flew.
February 22, 2009