Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
12:05 pm
cogs
couldnt sleep last night.
Thoughts of missing turntables,swirling paint colors, my dj collection and the smell of new vynl kept me up listening to the rain pitter patter down outside.
I cant help but feel like a cog sometimes...nothing more than a pretty shell holding in the crazy chaos inside. I collect Djs like action figures...I sleep with them and throw them away when they dont fit right. Like a spring jacket thats missing a button. I feel close to nothing these days sex and love have absolutly no meaning to me....am I turning into a robot? Or have men just tainted my brain?I keep them to play me music to muse me into the creative process. I keep the girls to entertain me and clean up the bullshit to feed me drinks and apply lipgloss in the mirror.Leave me smelling like perfume in the morning and buy me food.
Ive had a lovely time my friend the pleasure was fine!
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