Monday, June 12

It's hard to say how I feel in the light. I lost my way, lost my way, my own mind.

So I'm sat here....
Second glass of wine started, second spliff smoked,
Thinking....

It's true what they say about smoking grass. You become more perceptive to things, especially music.
Hell, I'm listening to The Bee Gees right now and I'm loving it!
Oh come on, they did manage to write a mean lyric or two;
"And for once in my life I'm alone, and I gotta let her know, just in time before I go"
"I started a joke, which started the whole world crying"
"I can think of younger days, when living for my life was everything a man could want to do"
"How can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from coming down?"

And yet the more routine, mundane jobs become some kind of mathematical puzzle, as I found when I went to close the blinds in the conservatory.

Both of my favourite girls are up for eviction in Big Brother this week. Oh Grace, you've let me down, but I think you'll walk and keep some dignity.

I have this strong urge to watch the movie of Salem's Lot.

I'm looking forward to digging out my sketchbook again, if I can find it. It's been a while I've out those pencils to good use.

3 parlez:

Saffyre said...

Never seen Salems lot, but i'd rather watch that than Big Brother!

Ben said...

Once you are sober, I want you to think about what you just wrote:

'you become more perceptive to things, especially music. Hell, I'm listening to the Bee Gees right now and I'm loving it!'

Grass apparently *dulls* the senses, not enhances them. :-)

bedshaped said...

saffyre,

Salems Lot come highly recommended, especially the long version.

ben,
Nothing wrong with a little Bee Gees, in small doses of course!