"But in my heart, I am lukewarm....nothing ever really touches me."
Alt. Sdtrack
I'm high. And I'm not tired....perhaps listless would prove more accurate.
Shall I get glamorous and go downtown? Who the fuck cares?
This age of modernity proves trying and melodramatic to say the least.
I spent my day reading more about Alexander's campaigns and drinking coffee to feel human again.
Last night was a bout of protracted drinking. I never got wasted and precariously balanced the right amount of alcohol to keep the demon inside at bay.
The tipping point was there...but I maintained frame like a professional. Like I used to. I stayed bright and gilded.
One can never tell....but that's half the fun, no?
I don't have the drive to get glammed up like a monkey with cymbals or chimes or whatever-the-fuck you call it.
But I can be high and watch the denizens of downtown do the monkey dance of buying, selling, bartering, begging, stealing, and haggling in the hopes of meeting someone you wouldn't normally meet at a place like downtown.
That's half the fun, no?
- Yrs. in Christ
I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me.
- Hunter S. Thompson

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