Pixies: Where is My Mind?

Insignificance and little voices -
everywhere, talking up a storm.

Look! A dinner table!
There goes the wine, flying across the way, performing a ballet of sorts before splattering all over the gentlemen, as if Jack the Ripper returned to experiment with the other gender.

More wine, more food, more voices.

Debauchery ensues, with every character making a mess out of my mind. No matter, they can clean it up? Wishful thinking...

But there goes more wine! What the fuck are they doing? Why are they doing this?

My lack of control has never been more evident. All emotions pervade the area and there is still nothing I can do about it. So I stand there, in complete silence, and watch. I try to understand the different actions and different decisions these little shits decide to make. Watching and waiting with nothing to say...

Then, everyone just stops and a blanket of silence covers the room. Not a peep executed; all eyes resembling a deer gawking at a vehicle before death. People stand up, straighten their clothes, wipe their stains, and exit the room.

-x-x-x-

And that's the best way I can describe what happens when my mind runs a mile a minute and attempts to process everything that has gone on, is going on, and will go on. A messy scene with every figment basking for the limelight. Yet, when one catches my attention, another motherfucker is already on a table, stripping his clothes off and causing the initial, piece of shit, to become insignificant.

However, it only takes a second to take a deep breath and stop it all - stop thinking completely. Then, you don't single one out, but rather collectively ignore the whole scene. No more limelight, just calmness.

Just serenity.




[A droplet drips off of the table]

...did they stop because there was no more wine?

I hear a roar outside of my door. Chanting.
Here they come, with a case, and with a certain kind of passion in their eyes that might eat me alive.





Or merely drink me to sleep?



Cheers!
-Mon