| Flora |
[15 Jun 2003|11:37pm] |
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"One Too Many Mornings" by The Chemical Brothers |
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My stomach's been feeling bizarre all day. Like it wants to turn on me, but keeps changing it's mind. Revolt or be silenced, s-shaped vessel.
Bad habit of spending Sundays in The Cherub's basement... Strange, nosy brother. I think he spies on us. I'm not an exhibitionist in the least. Cluttered, plant-filled kitchen table and a bathroom like a saloon. Charming in it's own way every household is. I can thumb-wrestle any of you to the ground as I ride the subway home. 98% saw me at the top of the stairwell at Vic. Park Station. Cherub thought he was a weirdo as he was staring at us. I won't know who I'm talking about when I look back on this. Ah well. A mystery. Luke Perry has unique eyebrows.
Fat Lennon is in NS already; I can feel it. What a dick. Dickee Dee. Disappears. Runs away. Hastily tears up his roots before anything can blossom. He's a cactus, he is. Resourceful and not cuddly in the least. Admirable from afar. I should shut up. Pine I will not. Why is everyone classified as "Flora" tonight? Kooky shit. When this is either confirmed or disproven, I'll be a touch more at peace. Haven't heard from him in almost 3 weeks. Journal or otherwise. Kooky shit I'll let stink.
I have a new bookshelf. It makes the NW corner of my room smell of old parchment and musty documents. All my old poetry books... yummy. You know you're mad about books when you obsess about the great scent they give off.
I'm good. Cruising along and enjoying the view for now. I'm in the passenger side and the driver's seat is empty. Like Moby in that music video "Porcelain"... Ah to drift and just watch things happen. The cliff doesn't frighten me. I'm still young and stupid. There's comfort in that. Perhaps that explains Fat Lennon. Youth, in a fix, can be used as an excuse to act like an imbecile. To not care, or pull off a convincing rendition of such.
Older people are sexy.
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