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? BLAZED: Tales of Subliminal Congress ? ? 15 October 2003 ?
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? The Third Release: "Sitting" ?
? Written by Steak The Enchanted Pony ?
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"It's so much trouble to just sit down and peacefully have a pipe
these days" I thought to myself.
I walked across my apartment and sat in my favorite chair by the
window looking out over the park. The little white bowl that I used
for chopping my green sat expectantly by my side on the shelf. I
reached over to my stereo and flipped the record player's arm out
wide over the 'Dark side of the moon' LP.
I packed my pipe as the slow haunting chords of 'breath' floated
over me like the invigorating sunbeam of a desert island morning. I
floated for a moment in the fantasy off such a place before finding
myself back in the chair in my window lit apartment, my fingers
operating the scissors almost automatically.
I sipped my strong black coffee and smoked my pipe, all the while
drifting on these strange, almost inhuman sounds flowing from my
speakers. Music can, on occasions obtain such a devastatingly
emotional grip over you that it can quite literally break down all
your inhibitions and make you feel like a child once more. Would
this be one of those nights?
I looked out my window over the cool city evening, observing with
some interest the people living out their lives below. People
walking in the park, people sitting on the bench, people talking on
the phone, all with no idea that I was sitting up here in this room
with the ability to see them all for who they really were. Just
tiny dots of insignificance on the infinite scale of
meaninglessness, forever obsessed with their own importance. Alas,
this ability was cruelly and ironically just the eventual
manifestation of this same fixation in myself.
But that was my mind running away with me, taking me to places that
I didn't want to think about, times rather forgotten than
remembered. I sipped at my hot drink and smoked my pipe thinking
how little I really knew about the people down below and then,
remembering most of the people I had already met, I thanked myself
for the fact. I had my friends, they were all that mattered.
I sat there in that room and pondered little on that or any other
subject really, I just watched as the people going about their
business in the fading sunlight. I sat watching as the sunlight
changed to streetlight and the respectable businessmen with
briefcases became rowdy youths with bottles, yelling and screaming
in a drunken orgy of sex and violence.
I watched them until I was far too tired to watch them any more and
then I moved over to the keys, where I sat a while and wrote it all
down, my fingers slowly tapping out the story in the final beats of
the record. I saved it and then went to bed where I lay down and
actually managed to get a decent amount of sleep for once.
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? Copyright (C) 2003 Kids On Bridges + Steak ?
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