gaga.

I've developed a strange fascination with Lady Gaga over the last few months. Lady Gaga. She makes me feel that she is simultaneously the simplest person in the world and the most complicated, and I really relate to that. I had a dream last night, I was all over the city late at night, drinking and everything else, and I ended up at this smoky club. And there was Lady Gaga, playing gently on an old black upright piano. She was looking at me, making eyes, singing. "You can't put your hands on my waist", she sang over and over. It was beautiful, but dark and mysterious, and as close as I was to her, I couldn't get as close as I wanted. No talking, only singing. No touching, only a look that was both inviting and impenetrable.
We left the club, not together, but Gaga never left the scene playing in my head. We were in my apartment. I made butter and she watched, with a Mona Lisa smile mocking me by its ambiguity. And the butter was impossible, It wouldn't blend, the cream wouldn't separate. I was getting upset with myself, and I woke up really agitated.