(no subject)
Mozart realigns my brain chemicals. Better than the shitty tequila in my fridge.
Also, my job fucked me. Sans Lube. They gave me no warning. They are closing next week, no warning to the employees. I have no cash and a couple of bills.
And something broke down. Right off a sadistic shift and a weeping friend and no sense in my head, fresh off too much afternoon wine and muscles like splintered wood, I step off a football bus (thank God my coat is red), to my street transformed into raucous springtime. 'Desolation Row' is pouring from an upstairs window, louder than an accident and damn it if there aren't young people running around like at school, throwing footballs and beer and good God was it sunny. And I played my little tin whistle on my own balcony and wore a skirt out of a monstrous bright tablecloth, and that's why I am not being cynical or dark. I've been fixed out of situations before, I believe in something much more solid than these stuicky situations.
Also, my job fucked me. Sans Lube. They gave me no warning. They are closing next week, no warning to the employees. I have no cash and a couple of bills.
And something broke down. Right off a sadistic shift and a weeping friend and no sense in my head, fresh off too much afternoon wine and muscles like splintered wood, I step off a football bus (thank God my coat is red), to my street transformed into raucous springtime. 'Desolation Row' is pouring from an upstairs window, louder than an accident and damn it if there aren't young people running around like at school, throwing footballs and beer and good God was it sunny. And I played my little tin whistle on my own balcony and wore a skirt out of a monstrous bright tablecloth, and that's why I am not being cynical or dark. I've been fixed out of situations before, I believe in something much more solid than these stuicky situations.