gestaltI hope this is more than inebriated romance.gestalt by synapticattack
I watch you in the diner.
I'm always watching, through mirrors, through doorways, seeing you and seeing me and knowing we're reflections of the same hypocrisy; I'm outside the television, this tellingvision, I'm disconnected, broken, the nerve between me and the rest of existence is strained and I see beyond your charades. I'm on the outside of the window, our interactions are equivocal, ambiguous, filtered and muted. My reality is a drunk prism, and your reality is an insane labyrinth of pattern, schedule, and bullshit.
The coffee at dinner makes remnants of the vodka at breakfast taste like cigarettes and five dollar whores. Stale women on a sunday, gracing my grief with melting laughter.
Current Residence: Warsaw
Favourite genre of music: punk | rock | reggae | ska | metal
Operating System: Mac OS X
MP3 player of choice: iPod nano
Favourite cartoon character: Badou (Dogs)
Personal Quote: meow?