Desolation Row
February 13 2007
At the beginning of my journey, I met a beautiful young girl named Zaltana. Her perception was keen and her empathy appreciated. We played Barbies and Bratz in the nighttime and played Battleship and matching-card games in the morning.
I just danced.
To Desolation Row.
My muscles are smiling.
Perfect song for improvisation.
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles…
Betty Davis style.
I am craving a road trip.
A long one.
In the car,
A few Dylan cds and lots of Marlboros.
I cannot get over this song right now.
Almost an ephiphany.
Electric Violin: I want to play one, beautifully and effortlessly.
Lean Your Head Out: Hear the incessant sound of a vacuum cleaner in the cosmos?
Being Punished: Let’s go, baby. I’m in.
Heart Attack Machine: Escaping to Desolation Row.
Titanic Sails at Dawn: They don’t call it ‘mourning’ for nothing.
Fishermen Hold Flowers: Deception.
Was That Some Kind of Joke? Rearranging faces is a worthwhile pastime.
Not Unless You Mail Them From Desolation Row: Don’t talk to me unless you’ve been there.
Passports Brown: Nevermind who gets in.
Riot Squad is Restless: Ever had that vantage point?
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row: Ever had that vantage point?
My Friend You Better Leave: You will always find Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.
All Her Things: Fortune telling cards are annoying.
Carnival Tonight on Desolation Row: Where’s the fucking exit?!
Profession is Her Religion: I don’t want to work in the business world.
Desolation Row: Temptation-no, too Christian….Curiosity?-no, too Alice…The Unknown?-no, closer, but still, no…The Heart and Soul?-okay, this is close for now…
Playing on PennyWhistles: I wish I could sing.
Cassanova Being Punished: Okay, I’m still in.
SuperHuman Crew: Angels.
Escaping to Desolation Row: Pain prevails over pleasure.
Lovely Mermaids Flow: I don’t want to think too much.
Harmonica: A gentler flute.
When You Asked Me How I Was Doing: Why is acceptance mandated oppositional to moments of elation? Acceptance of the eternal is elating.
Circus is in town. I’ll say. Actually, I’ll say “I’m in Toledo.” Who are those phantoms, perched as if superimposed upon the background of my vision?
I keep seeing people in the house.
I need to close the portal.
Sage. Prayer. Acknowledgment. Intent. Focused inattention. Laughter.
Maybe I will spin a spell tomorrow…
Alan’s ashes are ‘ready.’
Tomorrow (later today) at 1pm.
WTF???????????????????
Human Biological Machine: Nigh impervious to Emotional Detachment.
Timewarp: I am afraid to go to sleep….
At the beginning of my journey, I met a beautiful young girl named Zaltana. Her perception was keen and her empathy appreciated. We played Barbies and Bratz in the nighttime and played Battleship and matching-card games in the morning.
I just danced.
To Desolation Row.
My muscles are smiling.
Perfect song for improvisation.
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles…
Betty Davis style.
I am craving a road trip.
A long one.
In the car,
A few Dylan cds and lots of Marlboros.
I cannot get over this song right now.
Almost an ephiphany.
Electric Violin: I want to play one, beautifully and effortlessly.
Lean Your Head Out: Hear the incessant sound of a vacuum cleaner in the cosmos?
Being Punished: Let’s go, baby. I’m in.
Heart Attack Machine: Escaping to Desolation Row.
Titanic Sails at Dawn: They don’t call it ‘mourning’ for nothing.
Fishermen Hold Flowers: Deception.
Was That Some Kind of Joke? Rearranging faces is a worthwhile pastime.
Not Unless You Mail Them From Desolation Row: Don’t talk to me unless you’ve been there.
Passports Brown: Nevermind who gets in.
Riot Squad is Restless: Ever had that vantage point?
As Lady and I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row: Ever had that vantage point?
My Friend You Better Leave: You will always find Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.
All Her Things: Fortune telling cards are annoying.
Carnival Tonight on Desolation Row: Where’s the fucking exit?!
Profession is Her Religion: I don’t want to work in the business world.
Desolation Row: Temptation-no, too Christian….Curiosity?-no, too Alice…The Unknown?-no, closer, but still, no…The Heart and Soul?-okay, this is close for now…
Playing on PennyWhistles: I wish I could sing.
Cassanova Being Punished: Okay, I’m still in.
SuperHuman Crew: Angels.
Escaping to Desolation Row: Pain prevails over pleasure.
Lovely Mermaids Flow: I don’t want to think too much.
Harmonica: A gentler flute.
When You Asked Me How I Was Doing: Why is acceptance mandated oppositional to moments of elation? Acceptance of the eternal is elating.
Circus is in town. I’ll say. Actually, I’ll say “I’m in Toledo.” Who are those phantoms, perched as if superimposed upon the background of my vision?
I keep seeing people in the house.
I need to close the portal.
Sage. Prayer. Acknowledgment. Intent. Focused inattention. Laughter.
Maybe I will spin a spell tomorrow…
Alan’s ashes are ‘ready.’
Tomorrow (later today) at 1pm.
WTF???????????????????
Human Biological Machine: Nigh impervious to Emotional Detachment.
Timewarp: I am afraid to go to sleep….