my insular night is disturbed by the phone, im doing my yoga and meditations and i should have switched it off. it's lisa 1 wanting to come out and play. i'm saying no no no but my resistance is low and i get sucked out for dinner with the two lisas and gravey. we laugh quite a lot, it's actually a great night. we round it off at the pizza place having exotic ice cream drinks with coffee shots and liquors made by italian monks.
morning i am in glebe, picking up books and flirting with girls all looking like summer is upon us. bright dresses and flowers everywhere, i buy a couple of books and head home, weary and exhausted, i fall into a deep sleep.
strange nights are upon me, dreams of death
im some how connected to a young band, they are from the US or canada and are touring sydney, i played with them in the US and they showed me around the traps, took me to parties and sightseeing. now its my turn but the girl the keyboard player, she's on loan from another band, the dandy warhols or something and she's a party girl, she likes to have a good time, si we've spent the day at radio shows being interviewed and we went on tv, and now we are on some kind of harbour cruise, however the water is choppy, and out heroine is very pissed, in fact she falls in and drowns immediately. i look in horror at the situation as it unfolds. i'm some how feeling responsible.
i wake up, theres a storm blowing trough the house, mission control is exposed to the elementals, they swirl around as i baton down the hatches. mission control becomes very cold.