its opening time on fascination street

2003-01-30, 12:47 a.m.

its kind of like creeping up, to the top of a hill, and when you get to the top, stand, and look around, you know you've been here. the lush growth of trees is like cancer on the rocks and the scorched earth, and the sky is hazy like on a cold winter day; billowing chimneys lined in succession on the avenue.

it's reminding you that the chain of bad breaks is nothing, and its only when you announce them that they become rellevant to your life. when you are a child you fall, and upon the first encounter, you stare, with an open mouth, but there is no real need for tears. when your mother comes rushing to your side, you learn to announce any minor tumble or scratch, for the cookie, for the hug, for prospect of another fall.

that is where we learn to fall asleep before the record ends, and before all the songs have been played to keep you dancing. so then, couldnt i stay awake, just a little longer, so i could finally hear the last track?