April 26 2026
I really want to go to a club where happenings and performances occur. Like can someone make a grand entrance to the bloody Louis sitting on the back of a horse, or can someone throw drugs and dildos at the crowd. Idk some crazy shit, just dancing bores me I need stimulation, I need to be scared. Idk y’all, bring a fucking paper mache giant tarantula, or get a girl to dress in all glitter and distribute candy. Like com’on the world as we know it is on the brink of collapse, let’s be whimsical crazy and weird. Me first, I’m not having fun anymore, I’m too self conscious worried and observant, maybe I shouldn’t wait for someone to be weird at the club. Maybe I should come over dressed in that Union Jack sequin dress that I’ve never worn.
Maybe I should get the creative juices flowing, surely it should start with me. I cannot crave a village if I’m not a villager, feeling lonely while a hermit doesn’t help. While I’m still alive I should wear a big hat and have morning walks and sing with headphones on. I have a feather in my closet and rings I haven’t worn in years, friends I should see more often and books I’ve never finished. In my daydreams I have them all and we live like sex in the city. Starting with playing music on the speakers in the morning, one day I’ll go and pick up the vinyl player at my dads. He’s got all these disco records and stories from the 70s when he was clubbing.
I’m tired of living off the reflection on the walls of the cave, I’m ready to be born.
Lord Scarlett