awake

A long dream, one like a movie. I remember the broken glass, the scratches in my back where I'd been pushed down and the tabletop shattered. Walking behind him past crumbling buildings like the sidliste, covered in spray paint slogans. The dark rooms in basements, people gathered round a table, edgy and nervous energy. Standing on the small balcony on the apartment, wondering if anyone inside could hear.

I wish I knew what it meant.

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Someone is doing something to try and fix the airconditioner, which may or may not be leaking. All I know is that it is very loud, so I can't hear my cd. I have part of the Run Lola Run soundtrack stuck in my head, along with this song from Roll that's on right now.

This complex seems to have a definite problem with water leaks.

Restless, always.

summer night

Heat lightning in the sky. Bright washes, one arc of electric fire in the reddish clouds. Still and hot, the air is waiting. Came home from the Monday night dinner with a silver pendant necklace from Mexico, gift of Suzanne. Steven gave me his Yamaha synthesizer, and now I can pound out semi-musical sounds whenever I want. Play David Bowie's "Scary Monsters" at 3am. Cleaned the apartment, bleach and scrubbing while listening to Skinny Puppy. Smoked a cigarette on the balcony and drank some coke. I have that edgy feeling that doesn't stop, even when I'm moving.

"Much as it would be fun to take speed and stay up for three days, I think I'm wired enough already."