A pose of prose kicking in my head
Jul. 14th, 2004 10:47 amThe Cathode tube babies are restless again. See them there crawling off the dancefloors trying to drown the bugs under their skin with drug blood. The drama queens are bored as well, now reduced to turning tricks as Attention whores on the corner of Now & Then. They want you to fuck them in their fashionably worn wounds, but I tell you it doesn't come cheap, you pay with interest and you pay up front and by the time their done, your the one that's been fucked my friend. Me? I come down here every now and then hoping to score a Paradigm bag; a little something to break up in my head and give my imagination the munchies. Nine times out of ten it's just pop culture shake and meme seeds. "But beggars can't be choosers" some tell me. Not true. One chooses to beg, and then one chooses what to beg for and then finally whom to beg from. I buy my ticket and takes my chances. So as the meantime becomes the meanwhile - I pass the time taking my sexuality for a test drive with no intention of making a purchase,I perform madscientist experiments on my bottled brain-laughing like a comic book villain, I pawn my antique inhibitions for a down payment on a little luck, I take my time because no one else will have it, no matter how far it runs out.