prologue
in the back of a taxi rolling through scenes of after hour discos and all night sex shows
a quiet house without telephones or english
stepping out of the darkness of a club into the harsh noon light
shaking all responsibility, staying out of your head all day
songs written in bathroom stalls, narrow alleyways and cheap hotels
...blocks away you slide into bed with the cats
lazing around far from everyone under an assumed name smoking hundreds of cigarettes
laughter lost in the haze in restaurants at midnight
sound of old music boxes running out of steam
the warmth of the sun through a dirty windshield
high speed photographs taken with hidden cameras
the movement of smoke that goes down your throat ...the relief it brings
high on the sly with a bottle of ed�s red. it was a passionate scene. that was all about
well, ...something, whatever
the pharmacy is low
...but there�s still time for one more disco
they take you in and say �this is your home�, but you know you have to leave
the alarm keeps going off ...and you keep hitting the snooze
�7 more minutes, please�
�seven more minutes�
18/03/2004 23:35