Backtracking Updates from afar: It never stops

Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
12:01 pm
It never stops
There's an hour between when I work for someone else and when I start working for myself. Its a short hour. Filled with bong loads, smiles, phone calls,tea and my cat oh and then ...

The whir of my sewing machine purrs me to sleep I wake up next to the bottle of Mark that kept me up all night head in my arms asleep at my desk thread stuck to my face.
Water wakes me ....music keeps me......bells of the cathedral tell me Im just in time for the 8 hour work day....and then usher me out into the evening tolling 6.

The time and faces blur together candlelit interludes in dark cavernous places where the heat sits above your head and the music shakes the walls... talking still talking.... drinking again drinking.... twirling forever twirling to the music. Paper to hand transactions rule my social calendar.
Cold night air turns my cheeks a rosy shade of red I watch the stars twinkle above me and think about my feet in my boots clicking against the pavement. Cowhide reminders of my physical being stuck here on solid ground as my mind wanders among the planets and stars.
More glitter.... outfit changes..... watch the scenery as it whisks by my window..... monitor TVs in the headrest and the flask is empty...they follow.....charge me with reminders of the situations at hand.... my solar powered life in the dark is so bright.....so fucking bright.
On to the next and the next...my bed always just around the corner...a soft reminder of simple lives that sleep 8 hours untormented by their minds whirring and phones blaring pin and fabric dreams...or am I still at my desk?

Smooth skin that begs to know what's underneath your whims..shiny eyes with necromantic evil centers that beg for you to ask.....and I travel on...don't stop... how can the smell of yellow roses haunt me when Im not there?
Still in my shoes face in the pillow.... open an eye...lets drink some tea and smoke some herb?I smile and it feels so good.

Staccato beats float out in to the trees as I close the door drop my key to the floor and sit for a minute back to the door staring up at the ceiling. Pin me together sew me from the floor up... push me back out the door into my mash up. May this crazy whirlwind that is my life never slow down for a second. I love every sleep deprived minute Im alive and wired to thrive.