johnnyfive

on a rainy day such as this, insert cat power "moon pix" and skip to track three.
a baby blue room is dripping with pink and red lights. the air conditioning lends a crispness to the air, yet outside every breath is pregnant with moisture. a bad movie keeps playing over and over on two tv sets; today it's breakin' 2: electric bogaloo. without her skin next to mine i feel naked and the smell of her hair is comforting. my heartbeat is the only sound as she traces my tattoos with her soft fingertips and nestles into my neck. we fall in and out of sleep, not wanting whatever "this" is to end.
the other day i saw a blue vw old school beetle with a cadilac grill and chorme ribs; the whole workout. there was some loud funk tunes blaring from it and this old dude that looked like scatman crothers wearing elvis sunglasses was jamming inside, driving. i just thought it was awesome.
today i was walking with a freshly purchused soy mocha when i slipped in the grassy median and fell to my knees. my hands shot up instinctively and my hot mocha was projected into my face. i almost peed myself laughing. i think i laughed harder than the people that were fortunate enough to catch it.
okay. gotta get back to work.