Brian Eno's "Dance #2" on a warm bus eastward bound. Feels like
glasses knocking together delicately but not breaking
performance art
the great depression-era murals
a room full of color changing lights
hunger
strange quickness but calmness
drugs as an enhancement of personality
drugs to feel some other reality
drugs for slow walks home on wet streets in a neighborhood that is still new to you
loving something and leaving it anyway
thank god the air came on
being stranded all around town
taking drugs in strange houses
walking everywhere
feeling that everything you see is so fucking beautiful
wanting to put personal things online to share them with other people that you do or don't know
how well can you know anyone except those you somehow seem to understand anyway
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