Stars on our pillow
Lounge Stories song
A sketchy recording of sketchy proceedings. The dad of 6-foot triplets was the gentleman with the pencil through his nose. Forgot to squeeze in the dead squirrel puppeteer and Henry’s demons.
Wow! You look awesome…
Written with words inscribed by the public at Lounge on the Farm on Sunday.
Wow! You look awesome. You feel amazing.
Everything pleases you; even when there’s nothing here you keep walking in search of the next moment. And the next.
That’s ecstasy for you – every stranger a man of wax, the muddy straw a sea of gold.
Lounging
Wellies, exposed bellies, pop-up delis
frozen lollies
small children pulled around in trollies
absence of brollies
sudden follies
stag-dos, hen-dos, unkempt hair-dos
litter pickers cleaning portaloos
wristbands and parking passes
sideways glances
taking chances
free whisky shot
dancing for hours on the spot
late night movies, freshly blended smoothies
sheer elation
end of uni celebration
artificial stimulation
partial loss of circulation
intoxication.
Morning-after medication.
