||[Mar. 12th, 2008|05:17 pm]
i need to sleep. need to sleep. yeah. give me eight... no, ten hours of a normal sleep in a normal soft and warm bed. at least, give me a big cup of good coffee, a box of good cigarettes and something for my headache.|
i visit the madheads every night now. weird.
allen and road enjoyed to play in the game of Mortimer themselves. maybe 'cos they were the same person. a pretty tall whitehaired androgenic teen with girlish hairstyle and with long black nails. it speaks using a strange double road-allen voice and complain about people, noise and itself.
i met Floris in his younger version trying to capture his totem in the well-known ghost City and then his fangirls danced a wild tribal dance on the roofs.
i left them having an intention to walk a little but maya followed me being really noisy and annoying. we were almost in Suburb, with all around sovietic-like houses, wet grass, mud, angst and desolation. i remember my too feminine awkward shoes making me completely mad of wrath (for some reason shoes were in the center of the plot). then we were convinced by some ukrainian girls to go with them for a minute. being more specific, i was convinced by their promises of coffee,hot shower and silence. the girls lived in a strange turtle-like campus in the middle of nothing. well, there wasn't silent at all but i met an other absolutely wonderful person: a medium woman. a completely mad one. a female version of padre Anderson.
we had a nice conversation i suppose.