A conflagration of ultraviolet stars illumined-up the crest of a bleak November skyline, months of pallid fingers interwoven by minimalistic interpretation; in recollecting poison spirits being recklessly whirled down the primeval hatch. I delicately recall a young woman's face, pale and apprehensive in the beginning. Time unraveling inevitable mysteries of young adulthood to me without questioning. Alcoholic manifestations of decades prior; on drunken sprees beneath the tranquil city-lights. Crossing motorized intersections in search of something I'd never find: a woman's touch; a nose full of designer dust; or maybe a syringe full of hep-c blood; bottom line is that none of them ever sufficed.
Her apartment resided on the main st. of town; domestic and carpeted; conveniently next to my place of employment. She quickly became everything to me; overnight; my one and only; fervently endeavoring to impress her more and more in my erratic barroom antics. Hole-in-the-wall taverns up and down the main-drag; hungover knowledge never paid off; stale midnight maelstroms of thoughtless indulgence before the coming rain found me down upon my feeble knees in a cruel vortex of windswept winter vertigo.
Laboring in customer service; pounding through the dreadful holidays of benevolent December; running on fermented carbohydrates; an empty acidic stomach full of amphetamine and convenient store hot-dogs. I'd purchase new pairs of socks and underwear instead of washing the old ones. My roommate slept on a roach-infested living-room floor on a gun-holed mattress we found by our apartment dumpster. For toilet paper: we'd routinely steal napkin packages from the dry-storage cage of the restaurant we worked in. Waiting tables; suffering through poignant Sunday afternoons; demonically maladjusted through Easter's delirium tremors; on the side-patio profusely sweating out cheap vodka and puking up prescription perkiset upon the myriad aisles of flower-bedding..
Blowing lines in the employee restroom; sauntering up to busy Saturday dinner patrons in a timorous stupor, giggly-laughing; bleary-eyed; cackling wildly to combustion- running on bad breath and broken faucet nostril alignment.
Last night I rested providentially upon a soiled bedspread; being tempered in tepid dream-state actualization: residential perimeters through rose-colored lenses seemed amiable and middle class enough for me; everything seemed pleasant amid transient intervals of futile premonition; I awoke in dank morbid reflection; to awful inextinguishable anxieties concerning "The new world order".
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