I just went back to sleep after the whole Keezy visit. I was very happy I didn't have to wake up early for work tomarrow.
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I awoke to the sound of laughter and the scent of funnel cake and cotton candy. I put on my transformers shirt, black skinny jeans, and knee-high black doc martins. I was set to mix things up after i towel dried my soft golden curls. I plug in my DJ equipment and get ready to rock my own morning and any other mortals near apt. 321! I get an invincibility feeling when i DJ. My heart pumps immortal passion through my veins when I indulge the lyrics. I love the feel of the vinyl beneath my fingertips. I get my new underground hip-hop record, and place it on my swagged out turntables. The first song that plays is "So Amazing" by Termanology.Of course i got to slip some Malcolm X samples in there.That's when my whole being synergizes with the frequency, polyphonic rythm, and just the whole flow of it. The bass vibrates the wooden floors and accelerates my alter-ego "DJ X".
I finish my reviving mix session, and decide to stroll my way to the fair. I'm careful to avoid any clowns. I cut through the gap between the donut shop and the apartment building and explore the "Behind the Scenes" of the carnival. Freaks galore. Among the strong men, ride conductors, fire dancers, bearded women, obese midgets, and snake charmers i saw a normal looking chick in a leotard. Which was pretty odd, i wondered if she was lost. Oh.Wait.Never mind! Out of nowhere the "normal looking" chick bends into a back-bend and crawls through her legs and started to walk in her back-bend thing. Holy crap! Contortionist are freakishly amazing, i swear to god!
I bolt my way into the crowd of semi-familiar faces after i spotted a clown in the back. All this commotion was exciting. Finch Pointe is normally is a boring, run-down place and believe me , I can't wait till those pay-checks stack up, so I can get the hell out of here; BUT it was nice to have a fun colorful shock, in this little gray town. I follow the scent of funnel cake like a hound, to the fried food booth. I order a hot funnel cake with fudge drizzeld banana slices on top. Life just got three times better.
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Hours after some fun at the carnival, I'm back in my apartment, gazing out of my window.
I let the wind fill my stuffy little apartment and flow right back out into my stuffy little town. As i take in all the little things i enjoy in this world, there IT stood again. The same damn one too. It walked right across the carnival to the apartment building and stood in front of it. As if he was some deranged Romeo.WTF! I can't help but loathe these creatures called clowns. I slam my window closed. F*ck Fear!
I rush down three flights of stairs to the lobby. I make a sharp right and meet It in the dark space of carnival fantasies to my dull reality. It stares. I glare. I walk up to it face to face.
"What's your problem...Clown?"
"...."
"...." Is this thing going to say any---
"تعيش حياتك إلى أقصى الروح قليلا، أو الموت سوف تجد لك بسرعة."
It runs.Runs into the shadows. I'm left standing there.A single tear runs down my tan cheek.
"What does that mean?"
Guess it looks like i'm going to need someone who speaks Arabic to translate for my one-language speaking self.
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