who is ?

a drunken ContraDiva wrote this in my realworld notebook journal a few minutes before 12 midnight a while ago, after ensayo. while the "kids" (our bandmates. this is what they call each other) were refilling their tummies with kfc and beers, ContraDiva was lost in her reverie. it wasn't until later that i found out what she was writing in my journal.

Karen

Who is Karen?
Karen .... is, I would like to think, the gasoline sprayed to the fire within whomever she befriends .... the lemon juice squeezed over the fresh open wound on the flesh of your forearm .... the amplifier, the fog light. the magnifying glass.

and then i had to pry my realworld notebook journal from her hands because i had to leave for work. so i think this one is unfinished.

i take it as a compliment though. i would have to ask her what exactly she was thinking of when she wrote this.

alcohol fuels our soul.