I’m wearing a mask, 3-6-5. It’s like that Outkast lyric: even if I take off my shades and you look in my eyes you might see a disguise.
But with him I’ve let go. I’ve given myself over for a few moments at a time.
And inside each of those moments entire lifetimes were waiting, creamy centers shimmering with the majesty of galaxies beneath those hard candy shells—
He makes me feel like the woman I used to wonder if I was.
Sometimes the day is so long, and filled with so much bland drudgery, that I start to believe that the night will never come…that I’m going to waste away under the relentless radiation (ruling the nation) of the sun.
But eventually, night falls (like a grand piano). And it is in the night that I find him. He is my muse and my hero. He comes into my room and stands over me—the white-nite city glow streams through the window behind him like the light from a film projector. He lies down in my bed and holds me close. He feels so good that I’m overwhelmed. I’ve been aching for him for so long that I’ve nearly made myself sick. Black smoke circles my lungs and there are rings under my eyes…which in turn appear bluer than ever. I can’t hear his heart beating because mine is pounding so loudly in my head.
He takes me out on the city streets…with him I see things I never see. I listen very closely to everything he says. His words fill my brain like tsunamis.
In my life without him I often act as though time has no meaning—as though I have as long as I’d like to fuck around on this big green and blue stage. But so precious are my moments with my muse that I have learned that I have nothing, no time, no spare moments. Beyond our embrace, everything is spinning out of control. The dawn of the real world is like the explosion of a train wreck, lighting up the horizon just behind the town, encroaching upon my freedom...threatening it
(from over the hills and far, far away)
Andy Warhol said that the hottest love affair is between two people who never get to do it…
he was right. It’s the beauty of a secret glance filled with secret meaning…a darkened bridge far in the distance along a lonely highway…
(lighter still grows the sky, the start of the day)
Like an old Prince song played on a brand new dance floor…
Like taking yr skull for a ride even when yr body is trapped.
Like how every ending is a new opportunity…
...what matters is if u got balls enough to take it.citywide, cinemascope.