randomness
just some randomness:
a dream -
I'm standing on a stage.
in a stereotypical 50's beatnic club.
(smoke, bad lighting, black slacks, black tutlenecks, black shades, yadda, yadda)
so I begin to speak. even though I have no idea what to say or why I'm up there. (it's amazing enough I haven't had a heartattack just getting there.)
"so I'm talking to this dead guy...
just a thing, no big.
and he tells me something. something important.
which is new. most of them aren't that interesting.
(I know I shouldn't say that, they might get huffy)
but all I hear from this guy is this combination of gregorean chants and crystal wind-chimes.
it's really beautifull. I feel like I could listen to it all night.
but none of it makes any sense..."
I stop and look around.
the clanking glasses, the side-ways conversations, smoke swirling in the air...
"I am the real thing in a room of posers.
is this the world?"
the blank look on their masks says it all.
a conversation with a cat-
it's 5 in the morning.
and someone wakes me up. she needs to be petted.
and talked to.
and it's cold outside, and she is much more demanding than usual.
and the conversation goes something like this -
"I'm up. you need food?"
"no. pet me."
pets and sckritches.
"there. do you know the sun isn't even up yet?"
"not important. pet me."
"ok. ok. there"
"better. hey! are you falling asleep?"
"frankly, yes."
then with big kitty eyes and a "little orphan"(c) voice she says "please sir. it's so cold outside. could you spare a corner of covers. just a little warmth?"
of course I completely re-arrange my sprawl, leaving a place for the cat.
"there. and you can take up some of the pillow too."
"ohh. much better."
but of course she takes up the space she picks. not the one I picked.
I fell asleep with the tip of a cat tail in my face.
a dream -
I'm standing on a stage.
in a stereotypical 50's beatnic club.
(smoke, bad lighting, black slacks, black tutlenecks, black shades, yadda, yadda)
so I begin to speak. even though I have no idea what to say or why I'm up there. (it's amazing enough I haven't had a heartattack just getting there.)
"so I'm talking to this dead guy...
just a thing, no big.
and he tells me something. something important.
which is new. most of them aren't that interesting.
(I know I shouldn't say that, they might get huffy)
but all I hear from this guy is this combination of gregorean chants and crystal wind-chimes.
it's really beautifull. I feel like I could listen to it all night.
but none of it makes any sense..."
I stop and look around.
the clanking glasses, the side-ways conversations, smoke swirling in the air...
"I am the real thing in a room of posers.
is this the world?"
the blank look on their masks says it all.
a conversation with a cat-
it's 5 in the morning.
and someone wakes me up. she needs to be petted.
and talked to.
and it's cold outside, and she is much more demanding than usual.
and the conversation goes something like this -
"I'm up. you need food?"
"no. pet me."
pets and sckritches.
"there. do you know the sun isn't even up yet?"
"not important. pet me."
"ok. ok. there"
"better. hey! are you falling asleep?"
"frankly, yes."
then with big kitty eyes and a "little orphan"(c) voice she says "please sir. it's so cold outside. could you spare a corner of covers. just a little warmth?"
of course I completely re-arrange my sprawl, leaving a place for the cat.
"there. and you can take up some of the pillow too."
"ohh. much better."
but of course she takes up the space she picks. not the one I picked.
I fell asleep with the tip of a cat tail in my face.