brixton with lizards

surreal walk yesterday, through brixton. sunny, like spring. i am with a guy with huge cowboy leather boots and 2 plastic lizards in a pink purse. they are his lizards- a big one and a small one. we get out from a house in brixton- a party with his friends- his birthday.knew him from the behind the bars night last week- was doing a scatman performance. first thing i see when we get out from the house are 5 planes at the same time on the sky. you must know that you can see loads of planes on the sky everyday here. whenever you raise your eyes there's a plane. that's for sure. but now there were five, at the same time, through the clouds, different distances, different dimensions, and my eye caught them in the same instant flash. five. the closest one was like a toy that somebody was keeping hanged above us. white belly through the clouds. almost could reach the hand and touch it. zoom. then, the walk goes on in brixton. small houses, open air. lots of people. most of them looking down. i feel we walk on a thin plateau, max's boots keep our walking real, tok-tok-tok. everybody is looking down and all the people seem worried, they all seem to bear big burdens inside, except the children. get to the post office soo my scatman friend could get some money. a red post office. many people on the row. a kid looking into my eyes. smiles. shy. time passes. we get the money, i mean the guy gets the money, we walk off. incredible weather, spring. sun. it is beautiful. we find the station, get a big bottle of water and the bus. we sit without moving. the scatman's pants are full of ash. i look at my hands- remember we were all pouring purple glitter on our hands last night. no traces now. gloves look decent, to say the least. shoes dirty as hell. like marching through the swamp. max is worried about a friend. "i do the most retarded things when i'm drunk". tells me about the first party they went to, before coming to the place we met- says they were stripping on the tables and then he got worried about his friend who was working there, afraid she might loose her job after that. we drink water. "brixton and hackney were good places for squating", he says. "but the police came and began cleaning everything up." the bus floats through the sunny city. so what're your plans for today? "i guess i will take my friend shopping, i say. "or maybe just sleep the day off- that's more close to the truth." "i will do the same, he says. sleep all day." we are peaceful and cold and tranquilized. the light of the day is flowing around us. i feel the world with light is less mysterious and more brutal, seeing things in full shape is a bit too much, it amplifies them. but the light has someting magical and healing. just as the big bottle of cold water. i get off at holborn, get a bit messy with my directions, manage to find a way then get to elephant and castle, where the bus apparently terminates. i have to get down and take another one. but first get some money from a bank machine and top up my oyster card. and buy me some food. so i get to visit all the entries and exits of the elephant and castle stations to get my things sorted out. it is a round station. people sell things in a market who is one level below, and some scattered groups of young people with microphones sing about jesus christ and eternal salvation one floor above. they seem like some party people with the wrong lyrics. i try to get some food. i stare at some shelf with undefined jamaican or something like that. i don't know. i don't care. everything is overwhelming. just want to get to my bed. i take some spinach pie and try to find my way without looking around. i feel like i'm crossing through hell- the place and the people seem evil, grey and schizophrenic. try to not look around, but bang! one of the singers catches my eye and in a second he's near me. didn't even got to take a bite from my spinach pie. "do you believe in jesus"? he says full of hope, thrusting his eyes into mine. "well, yes, i mean not exactly like that, i mean not exactly if you put it like that, but..." i try to mumble. he takes me by the arm "then if you believe in jesus, why don't you give your life to him now? " he says, like the next thing possible would have been me stabbing myself in the middle of elephant and castle and singing in a mystical orgasm about my sacrifice for jesus. i look at him, i'm like- you are kind of radical, man, but he seems to be convinced that he is saving my life by telling me all these, that i will die if i don't give my life to jesus, and i'm more and more like- hey man who even brought such grave things like life and death into this pleasant conversation we were having?, and when he is basically telling me that if i'm walking away i will die soon, i shake his hand firmly and say goodbye. nice talking to you!! he shouts, and all his mates singing and applausing and praising the lord, oh, man, i manage to get myself a big orangejuice can and jump into a bus.then head home, to the darkness of my sleeping duvet.