Inexplicable Answerotica

Groggy in the head, depleted in spirit; all of me unequivocally discouraged. I accept my fate and begin to make my way through the abominable world of downtown Tokyo, endeavoring to return to the boys and the studio…

The numbers. The numbers. The numbers.

Time: 3:00 a.m.

I feel blurrrrrrrrred…like melting plastic, whatever sleep I’d found now only an orphaned dream. Uncategorically frazzled, classic in pathetica. Debilitated, and not in any capacity to deal with the consequences of my earlier encounter with my earlier self.

…but then hey, that’s what you get when you disco in Qu13e; it’s like the morning after a night of phenomenal sex, but then waking up and finding out you did it with a mannequin.

Coming down, yet hardly there…dig?

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   31 May, 2009   Tags: Tokyo

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