the friendly scientist has taken hold of my abdomin, has taken up my normalcy in exchange for instability, a crazed search for something to wrap my hands around *they have grown so large i hide them under my pillow* i land on you. to heavy and hard and rotten i suppose to be stomached with patience. and i would like to play today armed with ball ( Read more... )

did u ever put silly putty on the newspaper to capture a print then pull the gob of goo to distort it mame it and make it, well, silly? only then will you understand these past few days. my life is like an amorphous rubber gob of goo ( Read more... )

i have a song for you, in my head, i wrote it just for you, let me hum it ( Read more... )

i wandered around my room for hours this morning, the room i've spent all year in, and at least five minutes out of each hour this morning i didn't know where i was. the disorientation caused by the fever plus the stabbing pain in my left ear served to confuse me utterly; i was lost in my own room. consider the implication. i live in big cities, ( Read more... )

i would like to eschew you. you don't mind if i do now, do you? the one you give to me, so free, so frequently. i'd like to chew you, gritty, down to the kernel and the rumbling rubble beneath your sweet stubble. i would like to find out what lies behind your jaw, what lies lay behing the bars of your teeth and the fetters of your facade. what you ( Read more... )

her eyes always have a glazed disorienting look to them. they don't appear to be seeing much of anything. this could be perhaps due to the fact they continuously point in two opposing directions at any moment. this seems to detatch her from her surroundings, unsure unsteady unstable her feet pad beneath her for how how how long. long winding up ( Read more... )

i have a confession. i have been writing horrible, nasty, angry, unpleasant, mean, ornery things that i have not posted. this demonstrates my lack of commitment to my thoughts on any given situation. i continue to conceal the fact of my cantankerousness and the unquenchable recalcitrant desire to appear okay when i'm blatantly not. in summation: i' ( Read more... )

so i realize why i want you around me all the time. and its not completly selfish. maybe like 80 percent selfish. so i've decided when you are not around i can not be sure you are real. so i figure i've imagined you, you're not real. my dreams are so vivid sometimes.

wholly distracted i am wholly distracted and waiting for some one to call and something to drop and some where to go and some one i mean thing to do i need a shower and that sixth assignment from astronomy class the dear old prof claims i've already done. and i'm bored bored with what i'm supposed to do and have so many fanciful play times planned ( Read more... )

early morning wake up can't sleep with that thing in my head but it quiets as time passes and the alarm goes off which is followed by plans *that fail* and discussions of mustaches and waffles and the despair faced by those present in bed and those named Monroe *the blonde one* and the antics of a fluffly white ghost. then to be blown all the way ( Read more... )