One Saturday evening after a most distasteful day of work I attended a rooftop BBQ to celebrate my Asian friend's house mate's birthday. I never really got into the mood of the thing, the brethren was compiled mainly of chavs and gays, not that that is a bad thing, but frequent attempts at conversation flaked away like tissue in water and left eyes floating to spy on the ever more dark but lucid sky. I was left with a deft certainty, as I took a step back and watched the flickering colours of socialisation exploding around me, that the only emotion I could feel for these people was disgust; I didn't care what they thought of me, and didn't believe they had anything to offer me, they had the pompous aura of certainty in their hearts, somehow untouched by horror,they were paper images, a conspiracy against that sublime darkness hovering above and descending in ever increasing quantities. They wanted to be loved, that much was obvious, but they wore it with arrogance, denying their own fragility; through my eyes their fragility was the only thing I could see as they spewed words and laughed into each others faces. I couldn't work out whether I was alone in a crowd of idiots, or the only idiot in a crowd of well adjusted, stable, happy individuals.
Anyway, my remedy to this was to take two rather large tokes on a joint handed to me by a friend (let's call him D-gong), D-gong only turned up for five minutes with two rather unenthusiastic friends before leaving, but before he did I was able to suckle at his herbaceous teet (yuck). This joint was expertly assembled and, after the second puff, I realised very very strong, after that I was out, there is pictorial evidence.
Below is a document of my evening through text messages sent to my girlfriend (let's call her Piekna). It starts just after a phone call from Piekna to Melancholic Georges (MG) where she informed him she would not be coming to the party; see if you can see where the joint hit.
[MG] is sad you are not coming and that he won't get to hear the slender sparkle of your laugh as well as the wah wah wah when he tells a crap joke :-(. He will have to comfort himself with 'Lucozade' and sitting in the corner all night scratching his own chest and muttering compliments to himself , such as 'I really like those shoes' (whilst chewing on sheep's head obviously). Have a nice evening sweets. [MG]
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So I'm at the party right n there's loads of people here, mostly chavs and gays. All shouting and spilling their dribbling ego's into my face. Where is your lovely face? Boredom a smooth, long feeling like a white corridor, or the anticipation of the needle touching your flesh before a blood test. I bet you are warm and snug, I'm cold on the roof, I think there is a dog staring at me from a dark corner. Why are clouds? There is a particularly fluffy one that reminds me of you (in a good way) :-). XxXx [MG]
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Running = Woooooooooooooooooooo. There's a hole in my pocket. [MG]
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I just asked a brain scientist what would happen if I poked out his eye and came on his brain, he said he would feel nothing because the brain has no nerves. Should I put his theory into practice? [MG]
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Stoned in the wired forest of the night, barking dogs whistling into the smiling void of their stupidity, why there is curling infinity, quivers on thigh high coloured material. laughter like holes, cracks in wood, slithers of craggy darkness. Eyes dragged by dripping weights, falling touching, smiling, [Piekna], sublime :-). [MG]
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I don't think understanding is within me either, I don't believe it was a friend of comprehension. U are a lovely lovey. XxX. Goodnight sweets, [MG]
Finis
MG
