One flower in my hand for a genie, and another in my hair for an angel. I’ve woken up in the wrong world again, this time in the place where the residents float, shine and beam. But my feet touch the ground here, so I am unnoticed and fading fast under the glass skyscrapers and cirrus clouds. Fading! Let me write a primer: When fading, be sure to place all objects safely on the ground. This includes your little embroidered lipstick case, the mirrored one where you thought you lived. That was just your reflection, honey. Your flowers will fade with you.
Unseen, I stretch out on the virgin green grass and look up the elegant robes of the angelic cosmopolitans who move above me. I blow dandelion spores into the heavens and into their luminescent underpants. This is the grace of a fool, and it’s all mine.
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Musical Inspiration: Untitled by Interpol. Saw these guys in concert when their first album came out. They reminded me so much of a modern Joy Division, though this comparison isn’t as apt for their later releases. The end of this song, with the strong bass notes and the ringing guitar, puts me in a natural altered state.
