rave

Feb 14, 2007 22:16

no where graffiti on a sign
and its the walls of the rave house a few hours after break in already covered in red chalk EASTON, and blue paint - buy K here -

and its sitting in a room there upstairs, and eric keeps looking about quickly and keeps running his hand over his head, and keeps rocking a bit, and when the guy across from us buys gas his mouth when he inhales it again is drawn into a tight sad crescent, and he gradually, slowly falls backwards

thugs, insecure, square up downstairs

and the african girl on the other side of me is on nothing, and has her head in her hands, and got through the night 'on angst', and is socially dissecting just like me, while across the room in the corner the prettiest girl you've seen is sitting utterly alone and once smiles.

the police don't turn up. and it's the next day getting a call while still suffering from the MDMA that you've got the job, and deciding the next week to stick at it even though everything is pressure and sales, and NEEDING to see that girl's face to comfort your heart - and it's

night time brave
then day time surrender.
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