u/InertEyes

The fliers everywhere say:
the Gilded Age, season 4.

And the whole thing is asinine,
With the people in fancy clothes
and the horses and the nuns smoking cigarettes.

It’s been an interesting spring

And the ones with the fancy cars have the same aura.

The hair is wild.

They’re usually young

they look you in the eye and appear a bit lost but happy and free.

They don’t wear very much even though it’s cold

And the lite jacket they wear overlaps and drapes upon them like a higher class noble.

What’s missing is the scepter.

Conversation they have is short and need guidance.

Watching them drive away is like watching Sims get into a vehicle

with the jetsons hovering car sounds and speed away

And the ones with the fancy cars have the same aura.

The hair is wild.

They’re usually young

they look you in the eye
and appear a bit lost but happy and free.

They don’t wear very much even though it’s cold

And the lite jacket they wear overlaps -
and drapes upon them like a higher class noble.

What’s missing is the scepter.

Conversation they have is short and requires guidance.

Watching them drive away is like watching Sims get into a vehicle

with the jetsons hovering car sounds and speed away

Chinchilla

random thoughts
movie lines
I cannot recall the movie
Not asking

Yes

Lights dropped
The Other One rose.

It surged,
then slowed,
winding down
almost to nothing.

One last strum
slipped into Wharf Rat.

And it broke,
an electric blue wave
crashing like an old man
burying his face in his hands.

Lights dropped.
The Other One rose.

It surged,
then slowed,
winding down
almost to nothing.

One last strum
slipped into Wharf Rat.

And it broke
an electric blue wave
crashing like an old man
burying his face in his hands.

So, he gets out of work at 5pm and rushes downtown to the fancy cafe/bar that once used to be a bank.

He’s there for the party but doors don’t officially open till 7. Deciding to stick around, he orders a drink; 3 ice cubes, 2 fingers of bourbon and a splash of water, and takes a seat at a tiny round table with a candle lit on it. The whole place is dark as hell but decorated with roses in bouquets and entwined around the teller windows.

He finished his drink and pockets the cup and wanders around the place. High ceilings, high windows draped in mahogany and burgundy fabrics.

He manages to sneak into the vault; it’s called The Main Hall now. It’s bright and the stage is empty and he manages to steal a seat in the corner. Very fancy and comfy like a chair in a bank would be.

Before he can take a sigh of relief, a little lady hurries up to him with such alarm and says: “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! You cannot be here, it’s too early! I’m so sorry!”

He tries to tell her that he thought he could watch or be there for the sound check but I don’t think she even heard anything he said. She immediately responds with: “we want everything to be ready, with de beautiful lights” and she flares her hands.

She was not very tall, 5 feet. Maybe 5’2. She wore a simple black dress. Slender and long curly hair. But not like Robert Plant curly but more tame and down rather than out. And her accent was a sort of southern-European like Robert Barone’s Italian girlfriend, that one time. How charming she was with her accent and how hard she was trying to be nice and patient while telling someone to get out.

I’m not actually in love. It’s more like.. taken with her way.