MunkyKing
Bluelighter
reflections on an evening:
black spots on white paper
i hallucinated black spots last night
The smoke was full of them -- i could feel them brought into me. I could see them cast out. They covered the furniture and the walls. They zoomed around bumping into eachother.
I went to Evolution Last nigh. I was rolling like a steam roller and no one could bring me down. I had the groove. I felt the music in my bones. At Club 5 i broke the dance floor in -- it took a half hour, but it broke -- and everyone was beautiful. It was cool. I wasn't just in control, i was control. I wasn't quite directly in control of me, but i was in control of everything -- including me. And people hated me for it. Just the guys. Their hatred was deep, but I was in control. I was untouchable. And that made the women sad. I was untouchable and they could only share time with me on the dance floor. Everybody cried. It must havve been my power. They all were scared -- rather uneasy. It scared me at first -- but then i realized.
It was an experience. I could have had anybody i wanted -- but i didn't want anybody. i just wanted to dance and let them want me to want them. I learned the sticks and the power in them. The power. Power. It felt great. They couldn't handle it, but they wanted it. So i gave it to them. They loved me. They gave me gifts. I wasn't excited, I wasn't scared. I wasn't happy, I wasn't sad. I just was. I just was and was solid in that knowledge. They felt how solid i was. I was more than real to them. Like all they had ever seen was shadows of me and here stood before them a real man. It frightened them and excited them. They wanted me but wouldn't take me if i let them. They wanted me to take them but I couldn't because i didn't want to. They were shadows and I wanted the real. It's like cats and dogs and apes and humans -- you're free to enjoy the company but that's it. So I enjoyed the company. I let them share the real. And I enjoyed the shadow.
The night ended as all good things up until today must. The night ended and we went home. But i still had power. My grip was slipping and i needed rest. I started to think but couldn't do it. At least not all the way. I was involved in many thirty second coversations. They were the most interesting conversations which always end with someone saying Now what was I talking about again?
I had fun. I was with friends. One love. I believe.
*****
anyone ever feel like that? anyone ever see glasses?
icq#23488207
jax BLers where ya at?
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I always thought that "Stop, Drop, and Roll" was a way to save your life if you caught on fire, but then I realized my grade school teachers were advocating my later drug use.
black spots on white paper
i hallucinated black spots last night
The smoke was full of them -- i could feel them brought into me. I could see them cast out. They covered the furniture and the walls. They zoomed around bumping into eachother.
I went to Evolution Last nigh. I was rolling like a steam roller and no one could bring me down. I had the groove. I felt the music in my bones. At Club 5 i broke the dance floor in -- it took a half hour, but it broke -- and everyone was beautiful. It was cool. I wasn't just in control, i was control. I wasn't quite directly in control of me, but i was in control of everything -- including me. And people hated me for it. Just the guys. Their hatred was deep, but I was in control. I was untouchable. And that made the women sad. I was untouchable and they could only share time with me on the dance floor. Everybody cried. It must havve been my power. They all were scared -- rather uneasy. It scared me at first -- but then i realized.
It was an experience. I could have had anybody i wanted -- but i didn't want anybody. i just wanted to dance and let them want me to want them. I learned the sticks and the power in them. The power. Power. It felt great. They couldn't handle it, but they wanted it. So i gave it to them. They loved me. They gave me gifts. I wasn't excited, I wasn't scared. I wasn't happy, I wasn't sad. I just was. I just was and was solid in that knowledge. They felt how solid i was. I was more than real to them. Like all they had ever seen was shadows of me and here stood before them a real man. It frightened them and excited them. They wanted me but wouldn't take me if i let them. They wanted me to take them but I couldn't because i didn't want to. They were shadows and I wanted the real. It's like cats and dogs and apes and humans -- you're free to enjoy the company but that's it. So I enjoyed the company. I let them share the real. And I enjoyed the shadow.
The night ended as all good things up until today must. The night ended and we went home. But i still had power. My grip was slipping and i needed rest. I started to think but couldn't do it. At least not all the way. I was involved in many thirty second coversations. They were the most interesting conversations which always end with someone saying Now what was I talking about again?
I had fun. I was with friends. One love. I believe.
*****
anyone ever feel like that? anyone ever see glasses?
icq#23488207
jax BLers where ya at?
------------------
I always thought that "Stop, Drop, and Roll" was a way to save your life if you caught on fire, but then I realized my grade school teachers were advocating my later drug use.
