kite. twenty-three. call me an entrepreneur.
The radio was empty tonight; no interesting updates from the good Doctor R and his minions, just endless numbing streams of recycled consciousness. The music felt like pinpricks, little spiders saying hello while he laid on the floor in the middle of his empty yetsososofull sitting room. His thoughts were manifesting as sounds, mingling and mixing and fornicating with Dylan’s hampered, unbelievable voice. Kite, with eyes wide open, embraced his altered reality. Good or bad, it almost never disappointed.
One thought repeated, a broken record skipping and scratching and generally being a nuisance. The only option was to heed it. The nature of things being that to ignore something, the harder it became to do so. Simple logic, even for him. So he brushed off the spiders and sat up, stretching and grinning to himself over nothing in particular. The apex of his evening was passing by, slow, measured, perfect. This shit would sell probably within only a couple days.
Standing, the skinny man picked up his coat where he’d placed it on the edge of the ragged couch a couple hours before. Putting it on, he fought the urge to shake it out for good measure and grabbed his keys. Outside. His brain was crying for air and new sights, a profane physical overload was in order. And though it was late early, he knew of one place where the late-night epicurean visitor would always be welcomed. The Phoenix Club, a walk away. Time enough that he could clear his head well proper enough to manage the stimuli.
Kite wasn’t typically the sort to go for the club scene; often finding it too crowded, too loud, and too ‘fun’ to actually enjoy. He didn’t fall for the general consensus on places like that, but it was his only option other than the diner, and that would have required he maintain some semblance of composure for an extended period of time.
Impossible.
The club it was, then.
He took walk, colliding bodily into one or two protesters meandering, as spaced as he, on the streets in the process. Slurred apologies, mindful brushing away of germs. Moving on. He arrived whole and unharmed, looking at the doors and passively wondering whether or not entering them would change his fate in some twisted, Star Trek way. Heavy. He walked in, most definitely out of place among the usual spotless male patrons.
Kite was used to looks.
You could say so, I’m a pretty peaceful person. I don’t really see the need in all of the violence and disagreements. But I completely understand, wouldn’t want to get cut back from too much of your income. hah.
Mm, I’d say so, these days you have to do pretty much everything to get money - strip, sign the devils petition, whatever it takes.
Yeah, not a fan when things turn to the violent, kinna seems like that’s when the point of everything is lost. Not a whole lotta organisation when it comes to that shit. I’m content where I am and I would be lying if I said I didn’t profit off violence.
Haha. Exactly, love. What d’you do for the green, hm?
Exactly like that. I guess you could say I’m expressive in many ways, I like variety. I’m very expressive with music and beliefs.
I’m a little bit of both, like I said - sticking to one thing can get quite boring at times, y’know?
Enough about me though, what’s your story, Kite, hip name you got there. If I may say so, that is.
Variety’s the spice of life, innit. That’s pretty stellar on your part, not limiting yourself or nothing. You anti-war or anti-protest, then? Seems like everyone with beliefs these days is either one or the other. Me, I like to stay neutral so’s not to alienate my income. Haha.
Thanks, love. Gotta have a memorable name. You could say I’m something of an entrepreneur. I do a lotta different things but mostly it boils down to selling my fucking soul for cash. Ain’t glamorous.
Well - hello, Kite, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Fawn.
Hmm, My story? Well, it’s still being written…but you could say that I’m very, in the lack for a better word - expressive.
Fawn. Like- like deer, yeah? Right. Fawn.
Alright, I’ll take that. Expressive how? You got an ‘specialty’ like half the people round here, or are you looking to find out what that could be like the other half?
So I’m turning it into a personal experiment. Gonna to push myself to the limit and see what happens.
Wonder what tripping’s like while sleep deprived. One way to find out.
That’ll be marvelous. And I like your stance on things. You don’t stand for much, but your firm in that aspect. That is very commendable. Well, let me know and I’ll more than likely be there or right above it. If the gallery is ever closed when you come by, I wouldn’t mind coming down to open it up.
Haha. You’re the first person to like that I don’t care either way about the war, pretty sure.
I’ll drop by soon. If you’re selling I might even buy something- always need more art for my place, man.
(Source: toppingthebill)
