how it starts
this is how it starts-
staring at a half empty bottle of Corona Light, entranced by the way the light filters through it,
vaguely aware that this is all an illusion,
and yet,
doo doo doo do dooooo
so i put some music on, and the music is good,
and i start to get into feelings, like break dancing and young lovers in a quarrel
at just this moment i am waltzing down a street in Paris trying to find myself among the tourists, and according to the horn section playing in my head, it's going rather well.
i was thinking earlier about a grand ballroom scene, at the moment when all the men were twirling their women, and all the women's dresses were defying gravity, and i thought, what a spectacular sight to behold. not in a movie or in your imagination, but to really have been there, standing behind a marble column with one hand in your pocket and the other holding a pipe, sort of creeping out as you puff and search the crowd for some great victorian melodrama. The prospects of situations like that are almost too much for me to bear at times.
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2003