.the death of each day's life.

i throw popcorn on pete doherty while he s dancing. n that among cherry trees blossoming wildly. some white ones n some pinkish ones.
n the buildings r spinning and turning around me. red and gray ones.
but i hold a red n white paper bag, the special one for popcorn n i m throwing the popcorn at him.
relactant at first but he is insisting i do that.
everything else blurs as he jumps around and spins. i m motionless but my arm isnt. maybe i m laughing.
it s been a while so my memory s failing me. as usual.