Well, just now Clarissa, but bookwise:
Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis.
And from page 123…
“For some unknown reason, we decided to moon her. We turned around, exclaimed, ‘We’re the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, goddammit and we want to see Eric,’ and we dropped trousers. Just then Eric came running out and took us into his office.”
Lank-haired (effect achieved with much effort and much product) effeminate teenagers with skinny jeans, lean on freshly-painted walls outside sushi-bars eating vegetarian sushi rolls, skin impeccable. “I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself.”
Warp time.
Lank-haired (no wash, no fuss) skinny, hormone-ravaged teenagers with skinny jeans, lean on greasy graffiti-covered walls outside takeaways eating chiko rolls, skin spotty. “Dirty deeds done dirt cheap.”
My shadow is Peter Pan, she grows not old like those that are flesh grow old. She flits, she darts and dances, she is forever unlined, untouched by the years that seem to pass now on fast forward. I watched her closely as I walked to meet my love on a blue-sky day, she had such a spring in her step. Later, on the beach under the bright spirit-sun, I saw our 15 year old selves clasping hands in the shadow-world. Unencumbered by past, and carefree in the present, their lips touched, and I glimpsed it, as I sideways-spied on our shadows. And I saw joy, pure fucking joy.
I’m bored with the black and white thing. I’m sore in all the best ways. I’m tentative. I’m delirious. I’m falling, not so slowly. I’m ignoring the cat as she rubs against my legs. I’m getting a divorce, it’s on my list of things to do today. I’m sad that I can be so flip about the divorce. I’m glad to be doing it though. I’m just plain old happy!
How are you?
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