These aren't my words. It's a long quote but it pretty much sums things up in Itburns world:
No possible way of avoiding enigmas. Like people in cafeterias smile when theyre arriving and sitting down at the table but when theyre leaving, when in unison their chairs scrape back they pick up their coats and things with glum faces (all of them the same degree of semi-glumness which is a special glumness that is disappointed that the first-arriving smiling moment didnt come out or if it did it died after a short life)- and during that short life which has the same blind unconscious quality as the orgasm, everything is happening to all their souls- this is the GO- the summation pinnacle possible in human relationships- lasts a second- the vibratory message is on- yet its not so mystic either, its love and sympathy in a flash. Similarly we who make the mad night all the way (four-way sex orgies, three-day conversations, uninterrupted transcontinental drives) have that momentary glumness that advertises the need for sleep- reminds us it is possible to stop all this- more so reminds us that the moment is ungraspable, is already gone and if we sleep we can call it up again mixing it with unlimited other beautiful combinations- shuffle the old file cards of the soul in demented hallucinated sleep- So the people in the cafeteria have that look but only until their hats and things are picked up, because the glumness is also a signal they send to one another, a kind of Goodnight Ladies of perhaps interior politeness. What kind of friend would grin openly in the faces of his friends when its the time of glum coat-picking and bending to leave? So its a sign of Now were leaving the table that had promised so much- this is our obsequy to the sad. The glumness goes as soon as someone says something and they head for the door- laughing they fling back echoes to the scene of their human disaster- they go off down the street in the new air provided by the world.
Ah the mad hearts of us all.
Just trying to stay away from that cafeteria and find something/someone/some way that inspires me.
In the mean time I'm spinning some XTC and Supergrass.
No possible way of avoiding enigmas. Like people in cafeterias smile when theyre arriving and sitting down at the table but when theyre leaving, when in unison their chairs scrape back they pick up their coats and things with glum faces (all of them the same degree of semi-glumness which is a special glumness that is disappointed that the first-arriving smiling moment didnt come out or if it did it died after a short life)- and during that short life which has the same blind unconscious quality as the orgasm, everything is happening to all their souls- this is the GO- the summation pinnacle possible in human relationships- lasts a second- the vibratory message is on- yet its not so mystic either, its love and sympathy in a flash. Similarly we who make the mad night all the way (four-way sex orgies, three-day conversations, uninterrupted transcontinental drives) have that momentary glumness that advertises the need for sleep- reminds us it is possible to stop all this- more so reminds us that the moment is ungraspable, is already gone and if we sleep we can call it up again mixing it with unlimited other beautiful combinations- shuffle the old file cards of the soul in demented hallucinated sleep- So the people in the cafeteria have that look but only until their hats and things are picked up, because the glumness is also a signal they send to one another, a kind of Goodnight Ladies of perhaps interior politeness. What kind of friend would grin openly in the faces of his friends when its the time of glum coat-picking and bending to leave? So its a sign of Now were leaving the table that had promised so much- this is our obsequy to the sad. The glumness goes as soon as someone says something and they head for the door- laughing they fling back echoes to the scene of their human disaster- they go off down the street in the new air provided by the world.
Ah the mad hearts of us all.
Just trying to stay away from that cafeteria and find something/someone/some way that inspires me.
In the mean time I'm spinning some XTC and Supergrass.
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shicawgo:
Kinda around.....are you? 
fancier:
You never go on AIM, do you!?