|the big electric blue
||[Apr. 23rd, 2009|05:54 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
I had a dream last night. I was stroking my friends hair, and holding her quite hard in my arms. Sometimes she had my face. Then she looked up at me and had the craziest smile on when she told me she had head lice. Then I looked at my arms and they where covered with bugs. When I woke I was trying to tear them off my skin. I guess it's one of the most dreamlike dreams I ever had, total psychoanalyst-fest.
(btw: you might want to use the term 'estranged' if you where to describe our relationship.)
The last few weeks I've gone around thinking I was lonely, but now I think I'm just being my normal unsociable self. Since only boring people get bored I guess I'm a boring person now.
At the moment I'm kinda into song with the colour blue in them, not only about feeling blue but just blue like Bowie's Sound and Vision when he goes "Blue, blue, electric blue, that's the colour of my room, where I will live. (Blue, blue)" and Jobriath's Liten Up "You're so heavy fairly shake the ground. (...) But oh my dear, is you're heart as heavy as you're eyes? as you're bright blue eyes."
I think blue is probably a better word than it is a colour...