Lucy Babe

The Carnival.

Enter Lucy, and the doors are sealed. 8:53 pm. Minutes drag, and complaints are muttered, quiet shadows depressingly normal. The face in the curtain disagees, horns aplenty. A chill grabs my spine, and my spine shakes it. 

"Game on" and the face smirks, a silent echo, echoed all the same. But the face, supressed! And all is normal, again. Muscles twitch a half hour victory march, while a wall unmoving, congratulates the comprehension of static.

A text is sent, an apology and invitation, and the reply is of little concern. And yet here it is! A rush, no doubt. And yet, a surprising defeat. Another face, with a question. The answer is a laugh, with the comfort of truth. Focus, eludes me. Myopia, or lysergia?

An elasticity has gripped me. Or at least, a hunger for. I need to stretch, distort, further than sinew allows. A yet, i control the urges for interperative and creative yoga, for I expect it will pass. Two feet stagger amidst a snigger, into the unknown. The walls are gone, no longer walls. They crawl. Am I watching creation? As i strive for focus, production wilts. And it sleeps.

The question returns, apparently undeterred by answer. And so I try again, as truth choirs a louder part. A few words celebrate the clock. 9:52. It's been a long hour. Joey seems to be having fun. Chillin'. It gets harder to type. Perpertual Vertigo. Devil's advocate for motion. And yet I can't stop.  Here's The Static, in an arty handycam. My chest is tight, and i wonder  if I breathe. Years of memory of fears of forgetting to inspire battle against the months of knowledge, the comfort of the unconscious. The autonic nervous system wins again. Darkness get fucked. 

Facebook whispers and I listen. The past calls the future by a width of hours, and yet enough to hold me. News arrives. It's a full moon. Interesting. It's a challenge accepted. Not the moon, not yet, anyway. Elise. The un lsd'd. Innocent to my conspiring, and suddenly my hands go small. Sanity is limited to reponse, inspiration; the devil. The cat is introduced, and convicted. Who by? The Judge! The Messenger! F*****g Apollo. The world's okay, if you sway in time.  A ROBOT APPEARS. The f**k? F**k the auto reply.  It's okay. It's gone.

The lights are on, a new world found.A text is anticipated. The question, it's due. And it doesn't come, so a walk outside. Check the window. He's still awake. Or there at least. I've got motion blur. Got it bad. I think I gave it to joey. He's longer than he is, gone all quantum on my a*s. Okay, the computer has it, this lethargy.  It's all so much. Senses crave stimulation, and yet they gorge on it. They must be sick from it. Like lemmings. 

Beep beep! It's here! The flurry of response - confusion. The reply to the original. Unexpected. But surely not surprising. The Rampage. I have the same taste in my mouth. The Metal Bar. I ask a question aloud. "Have I been talking?" And I laugh. Who am I asking! 10:51.  The hours are getting shorter, and the door is still closed. Sealed. Should it be opened? Maybe when he is asleep. There is disaster. But there are we. For now, Fire. Christ, everything takes a long time. Where the f**k is my lighter. I'm actually typing that, rather than looking for it. What the f**k. Ah, trusty hidden lighter. Trusty green!

S**t, i think he saw me. What's the most normal thing to do. Teeth brushing.

Trusty teeth. Ah f**k it, it probably fine. Why did I throw my cigarette away? Oh right, so i could brush my teeth. Makes sense. Im gonna find it. Got it. Man that was tough. Joey is scary out there. Phew. I think jay is asleep. Time to unseal? Better suit up. Wait. Jesus, etc. When for? That'll be big. Not too soon. But soon. So many things to do! Just chattin awayyyyyyy, like nobody knows. Tell them, to see what they say. That mocking tone, expected. Not received! Sweet. Wow, time just flies by. And the spell is broken. Whew. Don't know when i was just there. The jeans are on. And boy do they feel good. Do i need a shirt for a Suit Up? Probably not. Okay, here goes the unsealing. Wish me luck. Ah, but someone is f*****g with my head. Getting in the way of ma doors. Bitchez. DA FAQ Ima try to partyyyyyy. Okay, doors open and my own kitchen is a f*****g spirit quest. I need some wine.

Mmm, wine. So I have an invitation to northbridge. Curious curious curious. But it's the taiwanese. Can they handle me? Probably not. F*****g devil cat.  James. James is back. It's been so long. Joey has never met James. I don't think they like each other.

These things, they shiver.

Took a wander out front. Was a bit tough. Then it's like, f**k off. These pussyfooters and their sunday home alone acid trips 'strugglin in the dark'. Converstation and interaction. There's your struggle. Right there.

Dear 'The Shins'. I see your value now.

Another cigarette, the curiousness of fire. How hot is it, really? How would it feel. The Shins are too loud. Uncertainty? I dabble into a new world. Just a taste. My desklamp reprimands me, burning hot into my skin. As far as sensation can reach, apathy beats it. For a time. I wonder if scars will echo words. Probably not. My arm exudes light. It's mine! Sucka.

Well, i'm probably not suited to this situation. Got a lightbulb contouring my skin and a girl who is cutting her leg. What to do. Give blood a go, maybe? Red is heavy in my stomach.

I'm not sure if I have the energy for Inkling, Such a world! So much time I need.

My arm is warm. Pain gets boring. Maybe that's why we shy from it. A slight temporal distrubance, and it feels like a forever, and we get bored and find something new. First aid is only a defibbrillated heatbeat away. 

lsd and alcohol, bringin'  each other dowwwwwwwn since the seventies.

This page is neverending hey? i swear, i have typed enough words, for at least more than a page. Every time i press enter, im all like, surely this time bro, 'new page lol'. But nah. NO DEAL.

what the hell.

I am hungry. Meegz will save me. Arm is still hot. Getting hotter? I might move the lamp. It's moved. Things look different.

Hmm, got a babe that wants to come over. Yay or nay? I just don't know. I'm probably quite unexpected. 

And it seems the muse is gone. Self conrol re installed. Le sigh.