falling apart on distant shores of concrete oceans --- we lost all of our thought processes as we chased bizarre dragons from backstreetalley shops --- shopkeepers wearing dustdirtcoloured clothing looking the part. an integral section of the street. yeah that's where i was, with lisa, such a cute little girl --- older than me, but we fit together. yeah that's where we were disintegration at the subwaybeach watching lightfantastic ships of plasma blackandblue go by - like giant bruisetrains carrying people and other creatures i didn't know. and they had their plasmagreen hair. yeah, that's where we were, sitting in the universal cafeteria on the beach, shoreline coffeeshops, and they served all kinds of nice little drinks. punch yr cards (after you got so many holes punched in the coffeebeancard you'd get a free drink) --- and that's where we were drinking our free cappuccinos and she had her's waytoo sweet waytoo creamy, but that's the way she liked it .. she blamed it on her parents. she was a parent herself, not from me, of course, by her exhusband, he wasn't her type anyway. i'm more her type - so she said - but there's nothing strong between us, just friends. she doesn't see her son as often as she'd like to, she used to see him everyday - but life takes over, and you can't get out to see relatives, especially when yr ex was a jerk. and we were getting near finishing our coffee drinks, talking, and the two of us talked way much more than we realised, we would regret half of what we said. i had let her read my poetry once. and that's a personal thing. so we were continuing our chase for the infamous beast, getting orders from backstreetalley..
