At the edge of a flickering white light, at the edge of an altered state of mind a crowd stands in awe, a crowd of restless and pre fueled protagonists; fueled by moods. Fueled by a festive mood. Fueled by a celebratory mood. Fueled by a mood to do hurt. Fueled by a mood to grab, tear and fuck. Fueled by artificial moods. They stand in awe.
Like a cinematic quick cut she stands alone in an empty parking lot; her arm out to the world; her hand open to the sky. Tears falling like autumn leaves from above with her outstretched arms wanting to catch all the gifts that rain down; gifts that extinguish every last flame from her distant past.
Fast-forward to an image of blonde Venus. Blonde insomnia. Blonde temptation. Staggering home on a cold winter's night into the fragile arms of naive seduction. Exotic beauty intertwined in ruffled bed sheets. An empty wine bottle lying beside a crumpled pair of jeans; the bedroom floor littered with the mementos of past acquaintances.
A wine glass, a cork opener and a lingering scent. A grown child stands in a corridor, starring at partially collected cardboard boxes, in a world waiting to be reclaimed, wondering if his chain of thoughts will ever collate a flickering white light, a cinematic quick cut, and an image of blonde Venus.
Like a cinematic quick cut she stands alone in an empty parking lot; her arm out to the world; her hand open to the sky. Tears falling like autumn leaves from above with her outstretched arms wanting to catch all the gifts that rain down; gifts that extinguish every last flame from her distant past.
Fast-forward to an image of blonde Venus. Blonde insomnia. Blonde temptation. Staggering home on a cold winter's night into the fragile arms of naive seduction. Exotic beauty intertwined in ruffled bed sheets. An empty wine bottle lying beside a crumpled pair of jeans; the bedroom floor littered with the mementos of past acquaintances.
A wine glass, a cork opener and a lingering scent. A grown child stands in a corridor, starring at partially collected cardboard boxes, in a world waiting to be reclaimed, wondering if his chain of thoughts will ever collate a flickering white light, a cinematic quick cut, and an image of blonde Venus.
posted by Rob at 12:09 AM
3 Comments:
Very interesting reading material. You write very well, Rob, very very well. This is food for the imagination, and not only that, but for the curiosity as well. One wonders what goes through your mind as you write these.
Rob! Omg I feel like such a criminal commenting on your blog, you write so beautifully, I don't want to taint it!! Lost for words... maybe you can help? ;)
UPDATE YOUR FREAKIN' BLOOOOG!!! You lazy lazy frustrating boy!!
*taps foot impatiently*
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