There's No End, Just More Middle
Jan. 27th, 2009 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perzephone
I feel sexful tonight. I've had my bathroom window open & something about the frigid air hitting me when I walked into the bathroom made me feel nostalgic for some long-forgotten winter tryst. A time when the air felt like that while I was fucking someone. Honestly don't remember who, though. The whole day has felt like that - memories of times long past, so many men...
Thanks to Chelsie, I only got 4 hours of sleep today. I forgot to take my Elavil for the past couple of nights, so most of last night was spent in a weird half-sleep anyway. Watching images swirl in the phosphenes behind my eyes, purple & blue & magenta, like spiralling bruises. Masks & faces & pale hands reaching up from the dark waters of my subconscious. I did dream, a brief dream. I went to see a rockabilly band in a hole-in-the-wall bar. The cover charge was $5 & the lead singer was the one who hit me up for the money. At first he looked a little like Pat Monahan from Train, but later when I brought him a can of root beer (or maybe it was black cherry soda - it was one of those 'old tymie' kind of logos), he became Trent Reznor & as I handed him the can, he asked me, "Have you asked Coyote to bring my bride back?"
Why, Trent, why? Why plague me like this? Bob doesn't know & he's as close to Coyote as I've been in years.
Thanks to Chelsie, I only got 4 hours of sleep today. I forgot to take my Elavil for the past couple of nights, so most of last night was spent in a weird half-sleep anyway. Watching images swirl in the phosphenes behind my eyes, purple & blue & magenta, like spiralling bruises. Masks & faces & pale hands reaching up from the dark waters of my subconscious. I did dream, a brief dream. I went to see a rockabilly band in a hole-in-the-wall bar. The cover charge was $5 & the lead singer was the one who hit me up for the money. At first he looked a little like Pat Monahan from Train, but later when I brought him a can of root beer (or maybe it was black cherry soda - it was one of those 'old tymie' kind of logos), he became Trent Reznor & as I handed him the can, he asked me, "Have you asked Coyote to bring my bride back?"
Why, Trent, why? Why plague me like this? Bob doesn't know & he's as close to Coyote as I've been in years.
