tales from an ordinary world

2001-08-10

Open all night, it's the fading twilight, when I fix something, something else breaks, the unconscious cosmic balance asserts itself. I don't want power, just freedom. 24 hours of scrawled billboards and yellow streetlights and old jukebox music and we're nearly there in this no-horse mixed-cuisine town. It's a long way to the shop, it's a longer way to the upside-down river. Sleepwalk with me, down concrete pavements and dirt tracks, but make sure you're on the right side of the road. Oncoming traffic, never stopping, always surly, on the lookout for the right excuse. The bottle shop of cheap dreams for the lost and the lonely. Sleep comes easier than wakefulness. This doesn't smell like the future yet - scratch scratch scratch me again. Destroying what I once adored. Light the fuse...