The ghost has many faces!

The party was awkward and old. The kind of people that remind you of gone jobs and failures.

The same dragged nymph came to me like thunder. Under a wet golden light, she found her way to me amongst the people in the crowd in four seconds. The first thing she did was almost shouting in my ear how much I did to open her eyes. She told me this provoked by young fury and alcohol. She felt she owed me some truth. She wanted to make me understand what things twitch inside her.
She saw how my drooling babbling nonesense is sometimes beautifully true. How it opened her eyes for a fraction of a second, and how in that fragment she saw herself through me.
Her young thirst craved my sweat, but my weak soul wouldn't allow an experiment. She wanted to bring out the lions in us. It was very subtle how she could lick my breath. But no, she is too lost. We are too weak. I am too twisted.

I just wanted to turn her into a real muse. That's why I was there.

We raped our minds several times over. It was great.

It wasn't the tongues and the bites. It was her intelectual readiness. Her slap of intelligence. She was ready to act. To become what I always imagined her to be.

I could tell the story of her in my bed, moaning like a swan. But no, she can be better. She can be a godlike symbol of the tragedy of women.

I spat on everything and decided I would drive myself home and write about it.

The road was long and full of blonde sexy animal weakness. Then pizzas and more beers.

Among rivers of piss I walked stumbling. Some clapping echoed inside the heart of the medieval alley as I drifted along. The sound came from drunken gypsies doing some flamenco justice to their souls. A troupe of crazy masked people singing and dancing. Plastic faces of devils and skulls reminded me of how the dead don't love anymore, how they are always alone.

I then threw a bright orange lighter into the air, as high as I could. She caught it falling while she sang like a banshee.
She looked at me trying to articulate how love is the most important force of all. She was showing me the lighter, as if demonstrating that she caught it as a divine coincidence.

Our independent universes fucked each other for a second..

Then I barely walked home and wrote this.