purple nights and yellow days - 09-21-02

so drive me down beverly drive
where my room is lit up all night
i been so lonely in this bed
it's good to sleep with you instead...
it's good to talk all night instead...

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the 10, the 101, the 405. all the rivers of babylon. if i were a different person i'd say - "by a ramp of the hollywood freeway i sat down and wept." instead i walked up melrose and in a flash all the signifiers broke free and floated up around me. the cars, the breasts, the incessant crappy dj music. and i thought "l.a.'s not so bad, you know..." even with the harsh light, the stale air, the ozone you smell (taste even) as you come up from the train at beverly and vermont.

i felt like baudrillard on ecstasy.

and who's to say when i fell in love with her? it could've been at union station, or at a movie, or walking down sunset. (no, sunset was later. i knew by then. we both knew.)

falling asleep in her room in the middle of the day while she was at work, then keeping her up all night (surely she got less sleep than i). and the panic of "only four more days... only three more days... tomorrow..."

"say it" she said. and i did.