I taste something. Not quite sure what it is.

Breakfast on Pluto: Sheer cheek, exuberant in the pits of life. Can’t be down, won’t be down. Cry, fly, don’t ever die. A celebration. I begin to love Kitten. Hell, I am in love!

Last Days: I remember when I worshipped him like all the other children. Was this how he went? Slow, like Elephant, or more precisely, quiet. Makes the sudden burst of music, of song, of genius-in-the-making-to-fade-soon all the more brilliant. Devastating. Lukas Haas’s bug-eyed glasses, his fairytale of a Tokyo love affair. I miss him too.

Blake says, “I lost something on the way to wherever I am today.” Maybe that’s just it. The taste of despair.

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Current Mood: Disatisfied.
Current Music: Lucinda Williams - Concrete and Barbed Wire