among the sleepless

one.

♪ portrait blurry television,
i got bored and turned off your glow  ♪

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october, 2002
10:56 pm

your dreary eyes hastily open to make contact with the crevice of your inner arm. the blurred, neon, red bar lights blink just out of your vision. your palm sloppily wipes off the alcohol infused, tiredness from the corner of your mouth.

the spotlight beam jolts to reveal a pair of deep rich, red curtains, that slowly get pulled back, revealing a seven inch coral, platform heel. a sun poisoned girl's leg poised against the velvet curtains. a choir of horns kick in, and the clashing of cymbals furiously intensifies. her hands meet the edges of the curtains, and she vigorously opens them. still holding the sides, she guides herself down them, twirling and weaving with them. her tight, black lace corset framing her silhouette, with seams of frilly, faux feathers putting her skin at work. arms filled with black ink, her face still painted and somewhat smudged from yesterday. her blonde hair with black undertones, back combed, and voluminous.

     the local aspiring band flares up, narrating the scene, recreating a popular mazzy star song. tambourines roll at tumbleweed tempos, a lap steel gently weeps, and they sing with the fluid grace of a waking dream. a psychedelic swirl of feedback and gentle murmurs. she continues her set, picking up the green bills the desperate men leave her, and seduces the lonely.