I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Just the other night Dee and I were talking over a coupla pints and we tried to count how many "us's" there were. There's Susan, Sue Denim, DJ Sue, Ultra, Ebola, Lord Merriweather, and we realised that we are rather ridiculous. I don't know why I find it quite hard to just live my own life or why everyday must be an adventure in fantasy. I thought for sure that there were portions of the day when I just stopped and lived in the moment but they turned out be few and far between. Even mundane activites turned into opportunities to daydream.
Midmorning and I am sitting in my flat knitting away when I begin to daydream about the bloke from the night before in the pub. Oh the way his shaggy bangs fell in his face and how he'd say, danke schön. In my daydream he says, Nichts zu danken, Sue, after I had bought him a pint. He is extremely lovely and his conversation skills rival the most proficient debater. As I am watching him, every witty blurb that escapes his perfectly formed lips makes me sigh and gaze into his eyes until I feel like a school girl. If I let myself think about it intensely enough I can feel that elation in my lungs and oh the quickness in my chest...until I wake up and remember I spent 2 hours watching him chat up a mate and never once asserted myself enough to give him the appropriate come hither stare.
Midafternoon and Dee and I are sitting down with a bit of tea. Our playful nature turns from us discussing the day's gossip like normal into a meeting of proper hens. Picking up our cups and sipping so dantily from them we discuss what is going on in our lives in the most haughty and pretentious of ways. "Well I heard that the Corner was talking about childcatching again on stage," I said in my most proper tone. Dee widened her eyes and gasped in shock at such a comment, "Oh now you don't say? How awfully embarrassing that the man announces himself in such a way, it's lewd and disrespectful." All I could do was nod in agreement with her and offer her my most disgusted and shameful nod, "Sometimes I don't want to be associated with such a mess. I think about changing my name but then the only ones that would give me their name is the Geldof's and well," I said stopping with an exasperated breath, "I just can't live to those kinds of standards of royalty and properness." My jab causes us to both stop, crack up and then swill the last bit of our tea from our cups with an irritating slurping noise.
Early evening and I am posing in front of the mirror sporting my outfit for the evening. Twisting my body from left to right I examine myself in the full length mirror and have a full on conversation with someone that is not even there. "Oh this? Yes, well I thought I would put on something rather casual for the evening. You understand. It's one of those things that you just pull out of the closet and you say to yourself, this will do." I turn around just briefly to make sure that the green jeans I have decided to adorn myself with for the night don't make my arse look like an elephant's and then I smile. A short puff of air to swiftly blow the bangs out of my eyes before putting my hands on my hips and then I speak to my own reflection. "If you weren't me I would absolutely do you, knock them all dead."
Late in the night, I am slightly off my ass as I stumble into my quiet bedroom. The shuffling of my feet sounds far louder than I am sure it is and my body feels like a rock when it slams against the mattress that appears to be as unforgiving as my mind. Stretching out I occupy as much of the space as I can before I speak to the invisble person sharing the bed with me. His conversation is amazing, he's so lovely, and it doesn't even matter that I need a dictionary to understand everything that he is really saying. I know the tone, I know the thought behind it and that is all that matters. I see glowing eyes in front of me that never needed explaination. Pools of emotion held back and spewed out in foreign poems. "We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." he smiles and pauses jumping ahead to the poem and adds, "Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world forever, it seems." I grin brightly at him and with a smile back from him and a poke to my nose, I sleep where I have a dozen more beautiful dreams.
I'd like to have updated this sooner but my whole fantasy life has kept me so busy. We've also played some shows and promoted ourselves more. Our next single, "The Sex Has Made Me Stupid," comes out on the 15th of October so I expect you all to be good little bots and pick it up. In the meantime, I will leave you with a couple of treats. Since I have been gone awhile leave some sn's for me to contact the next time I decide to sign on or some names of people that I should add who have been around or have come around recently. Ta loves.
Some video of Dee and I being us
Mr Trick vs Robots in Disguise "The Dub Has Made Me Stupid"
Blondie "Dreaming"
For the record I would like to state that I am happy more porn stars are showing off their rugs and straying away from being bald. A lady should look like a lady and I want a man that shags me like a woman not a little girl.
Midmorning and I am sitting in my flat knitting away when I begin to daydream about the bloke from the night before in the pub. Oh the way his shaggy bangs fell in his face and how he'd say, danke schön. In my daydream he says, Nichts zu danken, Sue, after I had bought him a pint. He is extremely lovely and his conversation skills rival the most proficient debater. As I am watching him, every witty blurb that escapes his perfectly formed lips makes me sigh and gaze into his eyes until I feel like a school girl. If I let myself think about it intensely enough I can feel that elation in my lungs and oh the quickness in my chest...until I wake up and remember I spent 2 hours watching him chat up a mate and never once asserted myself enough to give him the appropriate come hither stare.
Midafternoon and Dee and I are sitting down with a bit of tea. Our playful nature turns from us discussing the day's gossip like normal into a meeting of proper hens. Picking up our cups and sipping so dantily from them we discuss what is going on in our lives in the most haughty and pretentious of ways. "Well I heard that the Corner was talking about childcatching again on stage," I said in my most proper tone. Dee widened her eyes and gasped in shock at such a comment, "Oh now you don't say? How awfully embarrassing that the man announces himself in such a way, it's lewd and disrespectful." All I could do was nod in agreement with her and offer her my most disgusted and shameful nod, "Sometimes I don't want to be associated with such a mess. I think about changing my name but then the only ones that would give me their name is the Geldof's and well," I said stopping with an exasperated breath, "I just can't live to those kinds of standards of royalty and properness." My jab causes us to both stop, crack up and then swill the last bit of our tea from our cups with an irritating slurping noise.
Early evening and I am posing in front of the mirror sporting my outfit for the evening. Twisting my body from left to right I examine myself in the full length mirror and have a full on conversation with someone that is not even there. "Oh this? Yes, well I thought I would put on something rather casual for the evening. You understand. It's one of those things that you just pull out of the closet and you say to yourself, this will do." I turn around just briefly to make sure that the green jeans I have decided to adorn myself with for the night don't make my arse look like an elephant's and then I smile. A short puff of air to swiftly blow the bangs out of my eyes before putting my hands on my hips and then I speak to my own reflection. "If you weren't me I would absolutely do you, knock them all dead."
Late in the night, I am slightly off my ass as I stumble into my quiet bedroom. The shuffling of my feet sounds far louder than I am sure it is and my body feels like a rock when it slams against the mattress that appears to be as unforgiving as my mind. Stretching out I occupy as much of the space as I can before I speak to the invisble person sharing the bed with me. His conversation is amazing, he's so lovely, and it doesn't even matter that I need a dictionary to understand everything that he is really saying. I know the tone, I know the thought behind it and that is all that matters. I see glowing eyes in front of me that never needed explaination. Pools of emotion held back and spewed out in foreign poems. "We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." he smiles and pauses jumping ahead to the poem and adds, "Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world forever, it seems." I grin brightly at him and with a smile back from him and a poke to my nose, I sleep where I have a dozen more beautiful dreams.
I'd like to have updated this sooner but my whole fantasy life has kept me so busy. We've also played some shows and promoted ourselves more. Our next single, "The Sex Has Made Me Stupid," comes out on the 15th of October so I expect you all to be good little bots and pick it up. In the meantime, I will leave you with a couple of treats. Since I have been gone awhile leave some sn's for me to contact the next time I decide to sign on or some names of people that I should add who have been around or have come around recently. Ta loves.
Some video of Dee and I being us
Mr Trick vs Robots in Disguise "The Dub Has Made Me Stupid"
Blondie "Dreaming"
For the record I would like to state that I am happy more porn stars are showing off their rugs and straying away from being bald. A lady should look like a lady and I want a man that shags me like a woman not a little girl.