helgi
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There was a student party. Christmas lights everywhere,... and inside the wretched house there are broken paper mache lamps and a strip of smokey light from the stairs.
Half the invited are smoking sherlock pipes connected to a walking hauc, which I think was a woman in disguise. I am here as an observer. I must not partake! I must not partake!
out back there are students making resolutions, and I am shocked by what they are saying...
"No more snort, no more opium, and no more whiskey!"
I say, "That's much to give up, you devils! Why come here to improve yourselves?"
They give chase, because they are stoned on haywire, and I laugh in latin and climb a fence like a jack-rabbit. They nearly steal my shoe, but I am thankful that I keep it on this cold night.
it is another party on the otherside of the fence, and the backyard is a fiery moor. No one has noticed my strange entrance, because they have entered in much the same way,.... in a trance. No one is getting my jokes. I produce a crucifix, or they will think I'm a witch.
I become lovesick for a french woman, but she tells me she detests all goodness and beauty. I find out later she was hypnotised long ago. Her love is only for a strange shadow on the wall that returns everynight for her. I speak to her in latin, but I am no more convincing. They think I am a priest for my latin, but I plead that I am proffesor. But they find I'm a student, and I spring from their den, whether it was through a door or a window, I could not have known, and they shout, and they make extatic utterances after me.
Half the invited are smoking sherlock pipes connected to a walking hauc, which I think was a woman in disguise. I am here as an observer. I must not partake! I must not partake!
out back there are students making resolutions, and I am shocked by what they are saying...
"No more snort, no more opium, and no more whiskey!"
I say, "That's much to give up, you devils! Why come here to improve yourselves?"
They give chase, because they are stoned on haywire, and I laugh in latin and climb a fence like a jack-rabbit. They nearly steal my shoe, but I am thankful that I keep it on this cold night.
it is another party on the otherside of the fence, and the backyard is a fiery moor. No one has noticed my strange entrance, because they have entered in much the same way,.... in a trance. No one is getting my jokes. I produce a crucifix, or they will think I'm a witch.
I become lovesick for a french woman, but she tells me she detests all goodness and beauty. I find out later she was hypnotised long ago. Her love is only for a strange shadow on the wall that returns everynight for her. I speak to her in latin, but I am no more convincing. They think I am a priest for my latin, but I plead that I am proffesor. But they find I'm a student, and I spring from their den, whether it was through a door or a window, I could not have known, and they shout, and they make extatic utterances after me.
With that said I enjoy most of your posts so... that tells you about me...