My friends keep killing themselves over and over again in the manners in which they died, but it's the wrong people. And every scene (it's like vignettes in a movie) I'm just a powerless
observer - sometimes a "Faith No More" poster, sometimes a table lamp. But it's always the wrong people; people who to the best of my knowledge are still alive. (I changed -a lot- after high school and lost track of a lot of people... One never really knows, but I would suspect that they are all still alive, the ones that I haven't run into again, anyhow... All of the people comitting suicide in my dream are people that I haven't seen since I was 18).
David Bowie's "The Prettiest Star" is playing off
in the background. I always thought it was an incredibly depressing song, (now, don't get me wrong -- I like David Bowie, I think that his work from the late 60's--mid 70's contributed immensely
to society and music in general), I've just always felt that, while I listen to a lot of "gothy" stuff it's much more depressing than just about anything else I have...
And it's happening over and over again, in those
art-movie, sun-faded colors. My closest friends....
All dying. Sort of like a strange mockery of the ones that did.
