special k

your glassy eyes betray you

No one writes about drugs with as much poetry as brian molko. Something about the way he always turns them into people and then proceeds to intimately describe his bittersweet relationships with ashtray girls, sweet princes and special ks, with an equal measure of tenderness and disgust. Excitment and longing set against regret and loss.
Last week or the week before, i managed to catch placebo when they came down for a fashion show performance. Besides the initial wow of seeing molko and the rest in the flesh, the music was a bit of a let down cos fer most of it the band was just playing over an underlying track. All the songs had album precision but none of the spontaneity or rush you get from their live performances. Still it was great hearing them play without you im nothing and every you and every me, during which models walked onto the runway with black blindfolds making the whole thing seem like performance art. Then the models started to get bloody annoying when their runway antics started obscuring the audience view of the band.
I'll be leaving for sydney soon i reckon. Sometime in early july. Ive been waiting for this for 2 long years, and i cant wait any longer. But now its almost here and its gonna be a reality not just the dangling carrot of an idealised scenario that its been for a long time. Im scared. The army was such a convenient excuse for a lot of things.
i got an offer to bunk in with the sydney branch of opus dei, when i get off the plane like some paddy fresh off the boat and need a place to stay while i look for something a little more permanent. If dan brown's crap is anything to go by, im not sure if i wanna take the risk. I dont want midget monks doing away with me in my sleep for my heretical beliefs.
Im gonna miss a lot of things.