LJ Rabbit Hole Day...
Yesterday...
I was on a boat on a river with tangerine trees lining the river banks, when this fucking submarine crashed into the shore, like a beached whale. Yellow paint sloshed everywhere, but I couldn't even think about HELP!ing, because Lucy was throwing diamond after diamond at me, ripping them from the sky with mirth. Gleefully, I climbed from my boat (made from only the best norwegion wood) carefully avoiding getting any paint on the paperback writer, who stared lifelessly at me from his garden under the sea. The air was a hazy shade of winter, which it usually is at the hour that the ship comes in (around 5pm, just before the evening news). And then the band began to play, while I covered my ears, screaming “I’m only FUCKING sleeping,” Marmalade skies calmed my nerves - she was gone, the whore with the razorblade diamonds and keleidescope eyes, replaced with Penny and Eleanor having sex obsenely (lay lady lay), while Doctor Robert shrugged, called me a rock and smoked a mixture of parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme from a long crack pipe. Kathy pretended to sleep while I told her I thought I might be lost, staring at a map full of place names that meant nothing to me, still scuffing my feet and avoiding making eye contact with the nowhere man (who had left his tambourine at home for a change). My old friend darkness wrapped his arms around me, and I pleaded with him to talk to me once again, but all he could talk about was a detached face he found in a jar, left as a door stop by an unknown woman. I don’t want to leave her now. Stuck on the corner of Abbey Road and Penny Lane, I tried to figure out where I was but all I could hear was the music playing in my head. I wished I had a ticket to ride, but one and one and one is three, which I didn’t have. Then suddenly I realized where I was - the long and winding road. Of course! Homeward bound, for no one.
So now I feel fine. And I'm still in love with her.