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September 1999
Tonight, a new blue light bulb casts the wall next to my computer in shades of Cameron Crowe and David Lynch. If I had my way, I'd paint each wall of my modest studio apartment a different ravishing shade... the richest jewel tones I can imagine: plump rubies and cool sapphires and mysterious amethysts. I'd turn this place into a fierce display of playful power... a shoegazing floor of stars and planets and moons; a thick, charcoal blanket of storm clouds above. I crave the texture of paint between my fingers, cool and jello-like. I want to feel the friction and resistance of an unwilling surface. My hands grip the handle of an unruly brush and create the anticipated sound of a soft jazz snare. At night, I can see the purest liquid colors adhering to gravity, pooling with somersaults and deep dives. And in the dream I swim among their thick, silk waves. And when I wake, my skin feels charmed and satisfied. What color are your walls? biggest kiss... ...kristen |
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