msfledermaus | Weirdness on the bus...

This morning started out a little rough...I kept having work-anxiety dreams, and soemthing about this acid-green house; really old and kind of trashed out, like it had been abandoned or something. I had to stay there, and it was a friend's house--I kept having to be polite about the door you could barely make it through and the ripped couch and the bottles everywhere. It took me forever to get myself together this morning when I woke up...

I got on the bus and a couple of blocks down a girl got on, holding pieces of scaveneged concrete and rusted metal like they were precious. "I was told these were bus tokens?" She had heavy heavy black eyeliner and ragged clothes, and ducked her head shyly when she told the driver she'd thought she was in eden and the Holy Grail told her the concrete was important. He let her on, she sat down and talked to the concrete in her arms and other passengers. I avoided her gaze, and wondered what kind of drugs she was addicted to--she was so very very thin...

I gotta go...