Thursday September 19 2013

Wave (Skull). James Jean.[i]

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My bed is affixed to a ledge on the highest story of a skyscraper without any support bars underneath. It's just magically in tact on a windowsill. This is where I am to sleep tonight. Ana lies on top of me, her back to my chest and her head just below my chin. The fear of falling weighs heavy on our minds but we have no choice; we must be here. We watch this suspenseful movie sequence on a big-screen TV displayed on the skyscraper wall: a camera zooms away from a cityscape set in the present time, zoom increasing in speed as we drift further and further away from the earth. It's a wild sight. Ana and I are mesmerized. Then, in the same manner the camera zooms back in. It's assumed many centuries have passed. We've time traveled into the future. Everything's changed. No sign of human life. As the camera enters into a regal room we are introduced to a few lightening flashes and appearances of giant cyborg-like skulls. It's understood earth is now Hell. Into another room we see gloomy stop-motion characters, similar to The Corpse Bride.

I joke with Ana, "So Tim Burton takes over the world?"

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Waking up shortly after 1:30 p.m.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Honey Goat Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.


PB&J. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea. Banana.

At the storage unit around 5 p.m. Practicing some songs on piano and guitar. Refreshing myself with material for a show coming up next weekend. My body tells me it's time to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, there are no restroom facilities here at the storage complex. If I had to take care of #1 then I just relieve myself outside in the grass, no problem. Because I'm not ready to go home nor do I feel like leaving, I take a plastic bag and line the inside of a small tom drum to take care of business.


Somebody made Vegetarian Chili for the whole house. I prepare a bowl with Couscous and a Bagel, which I found in the toaster oven, forgotten by Laron, something he tends to do.

Ana arrives. Sasha is fixing up some big stew in the kitchen.

Ana and I retreat to the storage unit with intention to practice some songs together. I refrain from turning on the bright lights and keep a caramel scented candle lit. It's slightly cool outside and inside. We cuddle on the futon. I've been thinking about this moment all day. After providing her with some extra special attention and caresses the intimacy shifts in a sexual direction. Using the stool, chair, and pillows as props. A lone cricket serenades and sings for us as we dance in the quiet dark space. When we're done I pick up the guitar and we sing for ourselves. It's an enjoyable music time.

Back home. Sasha finished making her stew. She takes it upon herself to scrub the entire stove and clean the kitchen. Kevin's here, and high I might add, and offers a helping hand while he chats away in his overpowering clowny voice.

I mention to Sasha, "It's nice to have a female presence in this house so I'm not doing all the cleaning."

Kevin chimes in with a mannish girly voice, "Why thank you, Robert."

Upstairs, I share the first hour of Django Unchained with Ana while snacking on Popcorn and homemade Rice Wine.

Sleep around 4:30 a.m.

[i] Wave (Skull). James Jean.

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