I know it's true; If I could just quit observing and act on my yearnings then I could be easily satisfied but it's all to fascinating to my mind.
Watching humanoids on a dance floor mimic is as primal as watching gather around a waterhole. There are predators and prey. Lions, spiders, and birds of prey. I watched a girl move like nothing I'd ever seen; hypnotizing man after man then leaving them longing for more. I think she's a black widow.
I watched sleazy guys pick up sleazy gals.
I watched lovers awkwardly make out in the back booths unaware of any bystanders.
I was suppose to wake and go to Seattle, but when I woke up I couldn't move.
I woke up to a kitchen and bathroom light still on and back door open.
There was a beautiful cool breeze and Smoggie Catt had found her way in.
I was lying sideways in the bed; belt unbuckled and pants unzipped.
I probably planned to take those off. You sleep better without jeans; that's a fact.
Unless you're out in the cold of course. But I made it home.
Not before leaving the club... more like basement at 2:30 and running into Voodoo Doughnuts. Somehow after all that beer and whiskey I ate not one, but 2 Voodoos.
But I don't remember laying down.
I met some wonderful folk last night, but the observations were even better.
I don't know where I'm going with this but I think I'm waking up really early to go to Mt. Hood tomorrow. Actually I'm really sure. This has to happen because I missed Seattle today. I need to go away for a little while.
I have a lot of head thoughts, and trying to write them all out.
Mostly I just blog a lot, but the grey is returning and all these head thoughts are going into an even greater book.
I can feel it, but right now these feelings just gotta simmer a little more.
More than anything I'm ready to play some rock n' roll; that's the only reason I left the forest anyhow.
