{ and we'll play summer on repeat;

♥ precious.

la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.

shh.

♥ scream(?).

live.

♥ past .

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♥ adieu .

set them free

AMANDA
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Thursday, March 19, 2009

hello, old friend. 1:08 AM

daddy I'm so sorry, s-s-so sorry yeah
we just like to party; like to p-p-party yeah
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...because I promised a graphically-charged update.

Hooker heelz. Not my cleavage; though I wish it was.

Move over, Scherzinger.

Too tired to tell all.
Basically:

- 11pm and long queues.
"oh, what a crowd. what a scene."
familiar faces in a snaking sea of boys in rimless wayfarers and ripped jeans and girls in Bardot-goes-bad bouffants.
"let's just ditch this thing and head off our own way."
--> beginning of a night less expected.

- we walk the city of spinning lights
and like a moth drawn to firelight; i am caught in the riff of drums and wild, resonant voices that croons around the corner- it snakes bronze-knuckled fingers around my wrist saying "sell your soul for rock n' roll"
and i've never quite been the type to barter over my afterlife
but i'm always up for a good time so we go in anyway.

- our little peruvian/barcelonian adventure.
"What're your names, then?"
"...Anya."
"My name? Umm. Uhhh. What's my name?"
"...Candy. Her name's Candy."
"oh yes that's right."
"I'm Jane."
"I'm Scarlett."
"...Kyra."

...National Peruvian Sailing Team? ...I think not, sugar.

- Decided to spend our night discovering New And Interesting People.
Benefits reaped: ...Free rides on the reverse bungee!
Thank you Fido and Samurai. (: Saved us about $200 worth of kaching in total.

- New friends and a new-old vice.
I remember this scene. Don't particularly want to go back to it, either.
So I leave them laughing and passing around and venture over to the other side; where Fido and Samurai recline like late night kings, a surly-looking girl in a mohawk picks silently at her Blackberry, an Irish bombshell- all dark hair and womanly curves- sits in leopard print and her elfin counterpart with Paramore hair watches me with animal eyes.

For coldweather people out on late nights, we warm up to each other pretty fast.

"I love your hair. Is it real? Can I touch it?"
...I get passed around the group and all of them reach for a lock of it; touch it; muse wistfully. I feel like some sort of exotic exhibit. "FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY."

"course it's real," I reply
and almost add on "...are you?"

Conversation I'm not used to; but I'm a chameleon, I am, I'm a regular Drama Club poster girl so this isn't as hard as it should be.
Mohawk girl becomes strangely protective.
Samurai glances over every half a minute,
Irish temptress recalls antics in a late night taxi with relish
and Erin the pitsy tipsy xixpie pixie gets up and starts walking on tables

Geisha lord makes me vaguely uncomfortable;
he never moves a muscle but seems to be watching
always
issues an imperial observation that makes the heat rush to my face.

"you've GOT to come with us"

and in those feline eyes I am vaguely reminded of WB Yeat's "The Stolen Child"-- a warning, maybe....?

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

- later on: silent, bridled anger.
they don't get it. i never should have. never again.
but for tonight, i will remain pleasant.
Samurai notices the cold spark in my eyes and offers me his jacket to keep out the chill.

- home, eventually.
empty promises to new acquaintances. we're from different worlds, sweetheart; there's no hope, there's no chance here.
collapse into the arms of quilts and pillows and the safety of lulled conversation at midnight. you were anaesthesized from a lack of sleep but like a spectre you drifted in to check if we were okay. for that i will be eternally grateful.

random bits that didn't fit in anywhere
because i couldn't be bothered
so here:

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la vida sixteen is so last year.

d is for dangerous.