you're tearing me up. but that's alright. i haven't eaten in a while. i think i'll walk up to taco bell. the boy (the girl? we won't know until it speaks...) with the long trenchcoat, the thick black boots with pink strings, the army surplus pants older than the pot belly that holds them up, the brown silk button-up of long sleeves, and the silver angel of mercy ring on a string around the neck. the broken boy (girl? we still don't know) with the face of shades of grey and the hair pulled down in front of the eyes and restrained in the back by a piece of black ribbon. this boy who looks as if he came out of some gothic japanese comic book is walking in the heat of vegas's hottest part of the day to taco bell, where he... oh wait... she (her voice betrayed her) will order a bean burrito with sour cream and a mexican pizza without meat. without... meat? yes. you want that without meat? yes, without meat, damn it, now give me my drink so i can go sit down and wallow in my own misery...
my goddess and one of my demigods are considering making a movie where the only scenes are them in the car or in various taco bells around america. they tour the united states looking for great taco bells and comment on the decorations and the food and the differences between them all. there is some massive symbolism in there, but i forget exactly how jenny described it.
my guardian and i are supposed to go out to dinner with his parents, which frightens me to no end. he asked me where i want to go, and i told him. taco bell. he laughed and said no, but that is where i want to go. taco bell is cheap, has vegetarian friendly (or easily made vegetarian friendly) food, and always has the spiffiest promotional products. i feel that taco bell will eventually rise as the cult fast food joint of choice.
i'm rambling again, aren't i?
- fallen
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