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Jul. 8th, 2002 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinGinger slices right out of the bag, crystallized and spicy, sugar crumbling in sticky tiny delicate clumps on finger pads. Round slices, warmed and soft in the summer humidity.
There's xtc playing on the speakers here, and for some reason today I am thinking that there would be nothing I'd love more than to simply leave my life and escape somewhere. Somewhere.
Whether that'd be under the big wooden fort in some playground somewhere, perhaps creeping out after a while to swing on the sings and maybe sing myself a sad song, quietly, as the sun sinks lower and lower, and the air cools and it is a cool Chicago summer night, the mosquitos rising, the last of the fireflies blinking and stuttering out a morse code that tells me to "keep going, keep going, S.O.S., everything's fine, keep going, keep singing."
There are fewer fireflies each year - have you noticed? Blink. Blink blink. Twinkle.
The scanner is accompaniment to Apple Venus Volume 2, its subdued scree and whirrrrr keeping me going, keeping me singing. Where would I go, anyhow? Where the hell would I go?
There's xtc playing on the speakers here, and for some reason today I am thinking that there would be nothing I'd love more than to simply leave my life and escape somewhere. Somewhere.
Whether that'd be under the big wooden fort in some playground somewhere, perhaps creeping out after a while to swing on the sings and maybe sing myself a sad song, quietly, as the sun sinks lower and lower, and the air cools and it is a cool Chicago summer night, the mosquitos rising, the last of the fireflies blinking and stuttering out a morse code that tells me to "keep going, keep going, S.O.S., everything's fine, keep going, keep singing."
There are fewer fireflies each year - have you noticed? Blink. Blink blink. Twinkle.
The scanner is accompaniment to Apple Venus Volume 2, its subdued scree and whirrrrr keeping me going, keeping me singing. Where would I go, anyhow? Where the hell would I go?
