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Last night, I went to town with a girl I don't see much anymore. We walked around streets that were draped in neon; tacky and exhuberant. The festivals are in town, so there are performers swirling hoops and breathing fire, turning decadence and drunken streets into surreal carnivals. We went to strip clubs, skeletal bodies in children's dresses lazily sauntering around a glittering satge, thier hips and cleavedge filled with money from men who smile greedily. We leave and journey to parklands, the home of the carnival, cirucs tents fill the sky, a city of bohemians that exists for only a month, coming alive as the moon hits the sky. We watch performers in hot pink leotards, studded with tattoos, we meet boys who offer us marijuana, i take some and the fairylights become brighter, each joke is funnier...
We wander dazed through the mall, lonely buskers play instruments in the doors of shops, mannequins peer out, watching intently. I become entranced by a man playing guitar with sad eyes, the chords sending me back in time, to grassy fields, incence and daisy chains. My friend pulls my arm and I wake out of the dream and fall into a taxi, my eyes are half closed but my mind is full of stories and dreams.
We wander dazed through the mall, lonely buskers play instruments in the doors of shops, mannequins peer out, watching intently. I become entranced by a man playing guitar with sad eyes, the chords sending me back in time, to grassy fields, incence and daisy chains. My friend pulls my arm and I wake out of the dream and fall into a taxi, my eyes are half closed but my mind is full of stories and dreams.